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BY    D.   C.   COLESWORTHY. 


O,  be  free, 
And  woo  the  light  that  bringeth  joy  to  all : 
It  comes,  it  streaks  the  east,  adoring  fall  I 
To  thee  it  shall  bring  comfort. 

Nathaniel  Deerincj. 

"We  may  rejoice 
"With  an  exceeding  joy,  and  make  our  life  — 
Ay,  this  external  life  —  become  a  part 
Of  that  which  is  within,  o'erwrought  and  rife 
With  faith,  that  childlike  blessedness  of  heart. 
Elizabeth  Oakes  S-mith. 


BOSTON: 
BAREY   AND    COLESWORTHY, 

OG  CORNIIILL. 
1870. 


FRANKLIN  PRESS: 

HAND,  AVERT,  AND  COMPANT, 

lir  FRANKLIN  STREET, 

BOSTON. 


TO 
THE  MEMORY  OF 

SAMUEL    FESSEl^DEE"; 

THE  ABLE  JURIST  AND  WISE  COUNSELLOR; 
THE  FEARLESS  ADVOCATE  OF  HUMAN  RIGHTS,  AND  THE 
UNCOMPRO.MISIXGiENEMY  OF  OPPRESSION; 
THE     STATESMAN,      THE      PHILANTHROPIST 
AND  THE   christian; 
WHOSE  LIFE  WAS  A  LIVING  EPISTLE  OF  KINDNESS,  BENEVO- 
LENCE AND  charity; 

WHOSE  SOCIAL  QUALITIES,   LARGE   HEART, 

AND    KINDLY    DISPOSITION, 

MADE   IIIM  BELOVED  ALIKE  BY  THE  OLD  AND  THE  YOUNG, 

THE  RICH  AND  THE  POOR, 

THE     MASTER     AND     THE     SLAVE; 

WHO   WALKED   UPRIGHTLY  BEFORE  MAN, 

AND  HUMBLY  TOWARDS  GOD; 

THE  SUNNY  RADIANCE  OF  MIIOSE   LIFE  MADE  THOUSANDS 

HAPPIER  AND  better; 

TILL  FULL  OF  YEARS  AND   OF  WISDOM, 

BY  A  TRIUMPHANT  DEATH, 

HE  PASSED  TO  HIS  REWARD   IN   HEAVEN, 

THIS   WORK  IS   DEDICATED 

BY  HIS  GRATEFUL,   DEVOTED  AND 

LIFELONG   FRIEND, 

D.  C.  COLESWORTHT. 


IISTDEX 


Abbot,  Father,  493. 

Abbot,  Ma'am,  1S4,  442. 

Abolitionist,  496. 

Abroad,  people  and  places,  381. 

Ai:fidc'iit  and  2iain,  121. 

Actions,  kind,  79. 

Act,  kindl}',  329. 

Acts,  disdainful,  295. 

Acts,  generous,  48. 

Acts  oflovc,  1(3. 

Adams  and  lil)ertv,  374. 

Adams,  Charles  I^'rancis,  472. 

Adams,  George  E.,  409,  410. 

Adams,  Isaac,  122,  414. 

Adams,  John  M.,  108,  395. 

Adams,  Mass.,  300. 

Adams-,  Solomon,  466. 

Adams,  Thomas,  407. 

Adams,  William  D.,  221,  465. 

Addison,  Joseph,  249. 

Address  to  Seamen,  354. 

Advertiser,  Portland,  375,  388. 

Affection,  warm,  40. 

African,  108,  298. 

African  colonization,  thoughts  on, 

337. 
African  descent,  377. 
African,  the  wild,  202. 
Age  and  experience,  102. 
Aged  and  infirm,  115. 
Agency,  fat,  75. 
Agents,  317. 
Age  of  Reason,  351. 
Age,  tottering,  65. 
Aim,  a  noble,  41. 
Airs  of  Palestine,  397. 
Ake,  Miss  Bcllic,  306. 
Alcott,  Amos  B.,  129,  418. 
Alcott,  Louisa  M.,  418. 
Alderman,  432. 
Alexander,  432. 
Allen,  Paul,  340. 
Allen,  William,  410,  461. 
Allston,  Washington,  426. 
Almighty,  80. 
Almighty  liand,  123. 
Almighty  power,  109,  170. 
America,  340. 

American  Bible  Society,  447. 
American  Board,  352. 
American,  Daily,  420. 
American  Peace  Society,  354. 
Ames,  Azcl,  .32,  359. 
Amcsbury,  Mass.,  426,  456. 


Amherst,  Mass.,  334. 
Anderson,  Rufus,  202,  452. 
Andover,  Mass.,  334,  411. 
Andover,  Me.,  407,  414. 
Andover  Seminary,  304,  389,  409, 

447,449,478. 
Andrew,  John  Albion,  14,  335. 
Angels,  guardian,  328. 
Angels,  robes  of,  330. 
Anger,  34. 
Antique,  rare,  88. 
Anti-Slavery  Standard,  407. 
Ants,  Laboring,  310. 
Ape,  harmless,  23. 
Ape  or  calf,  20. 
Apostle  of  peace,  353. 
Appleton,  John,  356. 
Appleton,  Mr.,  393. 
April  sun,  321. 
Aquatic  sports,  41. 
Arab,  298. 
Ararat,  347. 
Arcetri,  383. 
Arches,  heavenly,  326. 
Arch,  John,  453. 
Ark,  golden,  320. 
Arkwright,  389. 
Arminius,  Life  of,  362. 
Arnold,  Benedict,  28,  355. 
Arrogant  and  vain,  60. 
Ashburnham,  Mass.,  419. 
Aspinwall,  411. 
Ass,  an,  53. 

Astor,  John  Jacob,  4.'!,  071. 
Astor  Library,  372. 
Astrachan,  424. 
Atherton,  Charles,  440. 
Atlantic  Monthlv,  397. 
Atlantic  Railroa'd,  342. 
Atlantic  Souvenir,  478. 
Attitude,  threatening,  05. 
Atwood,  Moses,  486. 
Auburndalc,  366. 
Auburn,  Mass.,  408. 
Auburn,  N.Y.,  478. 
Augusta  Age,  387. 
Augusta,  Me.,  309. 
Author,  known  to  fame,  46. 
Authors,  good-natured,  67. 
Authorship,  341. 
Authors,  just  to,  45. 
Autumn  time,  .320. 
Avarice,  26,  131,  164. 
Avery,  John,  172,  4v'7. 


(V) 


VI 


INDEX 


Bacchus,  36. 

Back  Cove,  4ir.,  437,  445. 

Back  fields,  55,  156,  378,  4.30. 

Back  street,  250,  377,  437,  442,  477. 

Bacon,  Lord,  249,  389. 

Bailey,    Georee  A.,  101,  343,  389, 

390,  391,  401,  403. 
Baker,  Asa,  184,  443. 
Baker,  George  M.,  129,  418. 
Baker,  James  II.,  185,  443. 
Baker,  Joshua,  487. 
Ball  and  hoop,  52. 
Ball,  to  hit  a,  56. 
Baltimore,  366. 
Band,  angel,  322. 
Bangor,    353,    399,   405,   414,    443, 

466. 
Bangs,  Nathan,  36,  362. 
Banks,  Elias,  466. 
Baptism,  use  of,  406. 
Barnes,  Albert,  63,  382. 
Barnstable,  Mass.,  445,  499. 
Barre,  Mass.,  333,  470. 
Barrett,  Charles  E.,  356. 
Barrett,  John,  331. 
Bartlett,  Ichabod,  386. 
Bartol,  Cyrus,  386. 
Bartol,  Oeo.  M„  97,  385. 
Base,  severely,  46. 
Bat  and  hall,  326. 
Bath,  Mo,,  381,  497. 
Battle  of  Niagara,  339,  340. 
Beaconsfteld,  429. 
Beardstown,  111.,  449. 
Beauties  of  Festus,  387. 
Beckett,   Sylvester    B.,    112,    356, 

378,  400,  403,  413. 
Bee,  the,  310. 
Belfast,  Me.,  449. 
Bell,  Charles  Henry,  30,  357. 
Belles-lettres,  136. 
Bellingham,  26. 
Bell,  schoolhouse,  76. 
Benevolence,  164. 
Benevolence  and  truth,  32. 
Bennington,  Vt.,  336. 
Benson,  Vt.,  411. 
Bent,  John,  37,  366. 
Bent ii am,  Jeremy,  340. 
Berrian,  Francis,  374. 
Berwick,  Me.,  376. 
Beulah,  236. 
Bib  and  town,  134. 
Bible,  the,  39,  65,  06,  140. 
Biddeford,  Me.,  410,  441,  477,  478. 
Bigotry,  days  of,  40. 
Billows,  tlireatening,  218. 
Bingham,  Me.,  444. 
Biograpliical  Sketches,  392. 
Birch,  shady,  63. 
Birds  and  (lowers,  25. 
Birds'  iaspiring  sound,  02. 


Birth,  igtioble,  80,  92. 

Black  man,  the,  381. 

Black  Sea,  304. 

Blackwood,  340. 

Blanchard,  Charles,  479. 

Blanchard,  Isaac  G.,  403. 

Blank,  life  a,  34. 

Blast,  \intoward,  22. 

Bluehill,  Me.,  404. 

Bodily  defects,  118. 

Boisterous  language,  26. 

Bolton,  Mass.,  371,  407. 

Bombastic  style,  241. 

Bombay,  418. 

Bones,  shrivelled,  193. 

Book,  borrowed,  109. 

Book,  divine,  86. 

Books,  cheap,  316. 

Books  he  loved,  68. 

Books  of  history,  112. 

Books,  trashy,  306. 

Book,  useful,  78. 

Bootjack,  patent,  143. 

Boothbay,  406. 

Bore,  a,  77. 

Bores,  297. 

Bosom,  frozen,  50. 

Boston,  335,  352,  367,  371,  372,  374, 
376,  381,  392,  418,  466,  467,  497. 

Boston,  East,  443. 

Boston  Galaxy,  341. 

Boston  Harbor,  398. 

Boston,  History  of,  401. 

Boston  Recorder,  402,  419. 

Boston,  siege  of,  357. 

Boston,  South,  465. 

Boston  Traveller,  449. 

Botanical  works,  364. 

Bowdoin  College,  331,  333,  335, 
345,  369,  382,  JiSo,  386,  400,  407, 
414,  421, 449,  452, 460, 477, 478,  480. 

Bowers,  John,  500. 

Bowers,  Prudence,  500. 

Bow  in  prayer,  260. 

Boy,  heaven-gifted,  64. 

Boy,  ill-bred,^  168. 

Boy,  manlj',  39. 

Boy,  noble,  142,  146. 

Boys,  bright,  happy,  53. 

Boys,  group  of,  65. 

Boys,  headstrong,  79. 

Boys,  heedless,  114. 

Boys,  vicious,  172. 

l?o"ze.  King,  65,  378. 

Brackett's  Letters,  331. 

IJradford,  Freeman,  .379. 

Bradford,  George,  22S,  466,  470. 

Bradlee,  Caleb  1).,  43,  371. 

Bradley,  Caleb,  410. 

Braggart,  a,  52. 

Brainhall,  George,  380. 

Bramhall'8  Height,  69,  380. 


INDEX 


VU 


Bramhall's  Hill,  461,  469, 492. 
Brass,  uiiblusliing,  135. 
Bratish,  General,  343. 
Brawl,  drunken,  81. 
Br.  eil,  31. 

Brentwood,  N.H.,  386. 
Brett,  Martin,  16,  337,  410. 
Brewer,  Me.,  391,  4U9. 
Bribe,  glittering,  218. 
Bridge's  Creek,  Va.,  383. 
Bridge  water,  Mass.,  337. 
Bridgeton  Academy,  407. 
Brigi;s,  George  N.,  360. 
Bright,  studious,  sharp,  58. 
Brighton,  Me.,  476. 
Brimfield,  Mass.,  480. 
Bristol,  England,  468,  495. 
Broad,  Mr.,  171,  436. 
Broadway,  163. 
Broadway,  Chelsea,  433. 
Broadway  Church,  355. 
Brooklyn,  Conn.,  407. 
Brooklyn,    N.Y„    331,    332,     345, 

385,  486. 
Brooks,  Cotton  B.,  450. 
Brooks,  James,  13,  331,  334. 
Brooks,  Peter  C,  199,  450. 
Brooks,  Phillips,  196,  450. 
Brother,  57. 

Brother  Jonathan,  340,  341. 
Brougham,  Lord,  396. 
Brow,  a  noble,  54. 
Brown,  Catharine,  453. 
Browne,  Thomas,  479. 
Browne,  AVilliam,  466. 
Brown,  John  B.,  147,  423. 
Brownson,  Orestes  A.,  396. 
Brown    University,  334,   386,   408, 

419,  472. 
Brown,  William  Wells,  62,  381. 
Bruce,  Michael,  440. 
Brume  jums,  115. 
Brunswick,  Me.,  360,  391,  399,  409, 

441,  463,  474,  480. 
Brutes,  savage,  297. 
Bryant,  Jonathan,  236,  477. 
Bryant,  Lemuel,  457. 
Bryant,  Wm.  C,  494. 
Buckingham,  Joseph  T.,  340. 
Buokniinster,  Joseph  8.,  426. 
Bugle  blast,  214. 
Bunker,  31. 

BiMikir  Hill,  144,  352,  372. 
Bumble-bee,  167. 
Bunlin,  Samuel,  250,  485. 
Burke,    Edmund,    156,    191,    389, 

428. 
Burnham's  Wharf,  250,  486. 
Burns,  Henry  B.,  56,  379. 
Burr,  Aaron,  28,  354. 
Burroughs,  Eden,  398. 
Burruughe,  George,  110,  446. 


Burroughs,  Stephen,  398. 
Burton,  Asa,  408. 
Butler,  Daniel,  195,  447. 
Butler,  John,  54,  377,  473. 
Butler's  Uudibras,  396. 
Butterflies,  golden,  100. 
Butter,  ranc-id,  143. 
Butter,  rank,  220. 
Buxton,  David,  375. 
Buxton,  Me.,  355. 
Byfield,  Mass.,  414. 
Buzz,  eternal,  126. 

Cesar,  210. 

Caesar's  realm,  44. 

Caffre,  202. 

Calais,  Vt.,  478. 

Calamities,  great,  212. 

Calf,  golden,  124. 

Calumet,  the,  353. 

Calvary's  side,  256. 

Cambridge  bank,  382. 

Cambridge,  History  of,  382. 

Cambridge,    Mass.,   332,  381,   385, 

390,  431,  500. 
Canada,  398. 
Canal  bank,  345. 
Cannons  boom,  214.  ♦ 

Cant,  whining,  69. 
Cape  Cod,  338. 
Cape  Elizabeth,  Me.,  334,  402,  420, 

464,  465,  468. 
Caps  and  plumes,  171. 
Cap,  slouching,  77. 
Captivity  in  Babylon,  389. 
Care  and  thought,  64. 
Care,  imps  of,  319. 
Carey  Avenue  Church,  362. 
Carmel,  N.Y.,  332. 
Carpenter,  Cyrus,  230,  472. 
Carrabasset,  369. 
Carr,  Edwin,  32,  359. 
Carr,  John,  52,  373. 
Carruthers,  James,  424,  4B6. 
Carrutliers,  John  J.,  150,  424. 
Carter,  Artemas,  479. 
Casco  Bay,  378,  402. 
Casco  Bay,  Chronicles  of,  430. 
Cash,  Bteplien,  178,  413. 
Caste,  chain  of,  208. 
Castle  Island,  398. 
Cause,  righteous,  71. 
Celt,  illiterate,  283. 
Central    Congregational    Church, 

345,  373,  376,  600. 
Central  How,  480. 
Cents,  jileading  for,  314. 
Cents,  rusty,  69. 
Centuries,  sleep  of,  165. 
Chadwick  House,  490. 
Chamberlain,  Mcllen,  44,  372. 
Cbuuuiug,  Uuv.  Dr.,  384. 


Vlll 


INDEX. 


Chapel  Cliurch,  250. 

Chapel  Street,  402. 

Chapin,  Perez,  119,  410,  411. 

Character,  upright,  49. 

Charity,  Oliristian,  145. 

Charity,  noble,  257. 

Charity,  true,  316. 

Ctiarlcstown,  History  of,  357. 

Charlestown,  Mass.,  352,  418,  427. 

Chase,  Asa,  466. 

Chase,  Caleb,  186,  445,  466. 

Chase,  Salmon,  52,  373,  384. 

Chase,  Samuel,  59,  380. 

Chase,  Stephen  B.,  466. 

Chaste  language,  24. 

Chatham  Street,  378. 

Chavagniac,  France,  460. 

Cheek,  persistent,  90. 

Cheever,  Ira,  32,  359. 

Chelsea  Direetor3',  373. 

Chelsea,  Mass.,  331,  334,  352,  .376, 

391,  488,  499,  500. 
Chester,  N.H.,  357,  445. 
Chesterville,  Me.,  333. 
Chew  and  smoke,  15,  29,  60. 
Chichester,  N.H.,  476. 
Chiekering,  John  \V.,  43,  337,  371. 
Child,  bashful,  21. 
Child,  Christian,  37. 
Child,  fairy,  269. 
Child,  fretful,  67. 
Child,  overbearing,  38. 
Child,  Thomas,  429. 
Children,  gay,  58. 
Child's  Hill,  156,  429. 
Child,  ungrateful,  200. 
China,  297. 
Chirography,  129. 
Chrisl,  01,  82. 
Christ,  asleep  in,  323. 
Christ,  cross  of,  325. 
Christian,  64. 
Christian  Advocate,  362. 
Christian  band,  43. 
Christian  church,  198. 
Christian  graces,  108. 
Christian  lieart,  110. 
Christian  knocks,  33. 
Christian  ind,  219. 
Christian  love,  105. 
Christian     Mirror,    116,    334,    337, 

386,  390,   403,  410,  411,  414,  419, 

449,  483. 
Christian  name,  199. 
Christian  Register,  407. 
Christian  temper,  81. 
Christian  Unity  Society,  371. 
Christian  zeal,  237. 
Christlike  benevolence,  151. 
Christlike  mind,  24. 
Church,  Captain,  432. 
Church,  Christian,  286. 


Church,  once  happy,  126. 

Church  or  State,  54,  240. 

Church,  the,  10,  56. 

Chute,  John,  466. 

Cicero,  347. 

Cigar,  vile,  81,  94. 

Cimmerian  glooms,  33,  276. 

Cincinnati,  348,  358. 

Citizen,  useful,  89. 

Citytglazier,  222,  467. 

City  ruins,  43. 

Clay  Cove,  378. 

Clapton,  364. 

Clark,  Henry  A.,  52,  376. 

Clark,  Nathaniel  G.,  238,  478. 

Clark,  Seth,  443,  445. 

Client,  shaved,  47. 

Clifton,  England,  495. 

Clinch,  Joseph  H.,  101,  389. 

Clinton,  408. 

Clotel,  381. 

Cloven  foot,  190. 

Cloven  hoof,  23. 

Clown,  burly,  97. 

Clown,  genteel,  47. 

Club,  evangelic,  127. 

Cobb,  Daniel,  464. 

Cobb,  Lemuel,  221,  464,  465. 

Cobb,  Nathan,  466. 

Cobb,  Richard,  479. 

Codman,  Charles,  103,  380,  393. 

Codman,  R.  A.  L.,  428. 

Codman,  Rev.  Dr.,  424,  461. 

Coe,  John,  479. 

Cole,  Charles,  411. 

Coleman's    Monthly    Miscellany, 

331. 
Colesworthy,  D.  C,  356. 
Colesworthy,  Mary  Jane,  500. 
Colleague,  a,  197. 
College,  Williams  333. 
Collins,  John,  440,  486. 
Colonization  Society,  360. 
Commentators,     seiectioiis    from, 

382. 
Common  sense,  270. 
Commonwealth  of  Massachusetts, 

347. 
Comprehensive  Commentary,  381. 
Conceits  and  vanities,  92. 
Concord,  N.II.,  35.i,  392. 
Congenial  souls,  24. 
Congregational  House,  352. 
Congregaiioiialist,  441. 
Congregational     Quarterly,     352, 

448.  •' 

Congress  Street,  402,  442. 
Conscience  dictates,  04. 
Constantinople,  480,  487. 
Consumptive,  pale,  35. 
Contentment,  155. 
Conquer  or  restrain,  36. 


INDEX. 


IX 


Cook,  Amos,  410. 

Cook,  Charles  L.,  410. 

Cook,  James,  43,  371. 

Cooper,  Feniiimorc,  44. 

Coot,  118,  119. 

Copp,  Joseph  A.,  30,  355. 

Copy  slips,  137. 

Cornish,  N.H.,  373. 

Cornwall,  Ensriand,  356,  445. 

Corrupt  and  base,  37. 

Corruption,  218. 

Cot  to  Cot,  58. 

Cot,  widow's,  282. 

Council  hall,  95. 

Counterfeit  and  sham,  26. 

Country's  honors,  41. 

Courts,  inferior,  136. 

Court  Street,  415. 

Cove,  Clay,  56. 

Coventry,  Conn.,  418. 

Cove,  the,  173,  437. 

Covington,  Kentucky,  499. 

Cowhide  shoes,  116. 

Cowl  and  surplice,  18. 

Cowper's  cottager,  420. 

Cox,  John,  418. 

Crabtrccs,  the,  493. 

Crabtree,  'William,  440. 

Cranbrook,  England,  346. 

Creation's  smiles,  114. 

Creek,  Long,  411,  413. 

Creeks,  winding,  160. 

Creek,  the,  118. 

Crew,  illicit,  51. 

Crie,  James,  56,  3"9. 

Crime,  aloof  from,  63. 

Crimea,  424. 

Criminal,  reproach  the,  122. 

Critic,  a,  44. 

Critic,  honest,  45. 

Critic,  modern,  67. 

Critic,  wise  in  himself,  45, 

Croakers,  dull,  106. 

Crocus,  318. 

Cross-grained,  91, 120. 

Cross,  Nathaniel,  479. 

Cross,  sanctities,  65. 

Crow,  a,  311. 

Crown  is  won,  62. 

Crowns,  golden,  291. 

Cuckoo,  Ode  to,  440. 

Cumberland  Centre,  406. 

Cumberland  Countj',  374. 

Cumberland,  Me.,  455,  490,  495. 

Cumberland  Street,  360,  373,  376, 

377,  378,  415,  430,  437. 
Cummings,  Asa,  119,  228,  333,  349, 

386,  403,  410,  411. 
Cummiiigs,  Stephen,  33,  360. 
Cunners,  fisli  for,  55. 
Curiosity,  103,  393. 
Curse,  hateful,  91. 


Curse,  prove  a,  78. 

Cur,  whining,  "284. 

Gushing,  Kev.  Mr.,  419. 

Cushman,  Bezaleel,  213,  457. 

Custom  House,  378. 

Cutler,  Samuel,  243,  482. 

Cutter,  David  M.,  479. 

Cutter,  Edward  F.,  196,  410,  449. 

Cutter,   Levi,   332,  449,    479,    432, 

489,  493. 
Cutter,  William,  13,  331,  332,  356, 

403,  410,  479. 

Daffodil,  318. 

Dana,  Judge,  368. 

Dana,  Luther,  479. 

Dana,  Nathaniel,  479. 

Daniell,  Otis,  452. 

Danvors,  Mass.,  359,  363. 

Dartmouth  College,  338,  357,  308, 

37'2,  373,  398,  407,  414,  416,  419, 

421,  445,  449,  456,  458. 
Davcis,  Charles  8.,  218,  440,  460. 
Davis,  Edward  8.,  89,  384. 
Davis,  Matthew  L.,  354. 
Day,  an  evil,  58. 
Day,  Calvin,  402. 
Day,  golden,  64. 
Day,  joyous,  56. 
Deacons,  faithful,  197. 
Deacon's  pew,  126. 
Deane,  Charles,  129,  416. 
Deane,  Samuel,  36,  3.33,  362. 
Dean,  John  Ward,  21,  338. 
Death  delays,  203. 
Deblois,  Thomas  A.,  368,  393. 
Deceits  and  treacheries,  231. 
Deceptive,  35. 
Dedham,  Mass.,  362,  400. 
Deeds,  mighty,  42. 
Deep,  giants  on,  285. 
Deerficld,  N.  H.,  421,  424. 
Deering,  .Tames,  369,  379. 
Deering,  Mo.,  385,  465. 
Deering,   Nathaniel,   41,  369,   403, 

457,  493. 
Deering's  Bridge,  437. 
Decring's  Woods,  66,  379. 
Deer  Street,  379,  486. 
Deity,  a,  121. 
Delight,  base,  47. 
Dell,  haunted,  59. 
Demagogue,  wrangling,  143. 
Den,  the  inebriate's,  194. 
Despair,  victim  of,  69. 
Destruction's  open  maw,  78. 
Detroit,  Mich.,  346. 
Devil,  95. 
Devil,  elder,  33. 
Devil,  incarnate,  124. 
Devil,  malice  .>f  n,  130,  223. 
Devil's  tail,  61. 


INDEX . 


Dexter,  Henry  M.,  28,  355. 

Dial,  the,  407. 

Diamond  Island,  378. 

Diamond  Isle,  55. 

Dicks,  John,  486. 

Dignity,  moral,  60 

Dimes,  paltry,  110. 

Disdainful  acts,  295. 

Disgrace  and  infamy,  35. 

Dives,  172. 

Dix,  Dorothea  L.,  270,  497. 

Dix,  Joseph,  497. 

Dock  Square,  450. 

Doctor,  a,  150. 

Doctrines,  fight  for,  74. 

Doddridge,  Philip,  86,  462. 

Domestic  ring,  35. 

Dorchester,  Mass.,  469. 

Dorset,  Vt.,  4S0,  487. 

Doubt,  trembling,  230. 

Douglas,  Francis,  420. 

Douglass,  John  A.,  410. 

Dover,  England,  373. 

Dow,  Jonathan,  410,  466. 

Dow,  Josiah,  365. 

Dow,  Neal,  37,  365. 

Down  Easters,  341. 

Downing,  Major  Jack,  396,  491. 

Down-trodden,  41,  70. 

Drake,  Samuel  G.,  21,  338. 

Drauglit,  poisonous,  130. 

Drawer,  master's,  85. 

Dream,  chimeric,  286. 

Dreams,  blissful,  60. 

Dress,  homespun,  282. 

Drew,  Daniel,  1.3,  332. 

Drink  and  fall,  57. 

Drive  a  bargain,  36. 

Drone,  a,  39,  47,  207.    »    . 

Drop,  but  a,  84,  130. 

Drums,  muffled,  214. 

Drunkard's  wife,  257. 

Dryden,  John,  370. 

Dumont,  M.,  341. 

Dumps  and  blues,  92. 

Dunce,  consummate,  67. 

Dunce,  thoughtless,  281. 

Duplicitv,  2S4. 

Duren,  Elnathan  F.,  221,  466. 

Durham,  Xfe.,  374,  486. 

Dwight,  Elizabeth  IB.,  258,  487. 

Dwiglit,  II.  G.  O.  D.,  487. 

Dwight,  Sereno  E.,  333,  351. 

Dwight,  Timothy,  3.34. 

Dwight,  William  T.,  13,  334,  378, 

410,  445,  47t). 
Dyer,  Alford,  358. 

Eagle,  the,  241,  481. 

Eastern  Argus,  116,  387,  395,  399, 

402,  420,  491. 
Eastern  Argus  Revived,  387. 


Eastern  Cemetery,  436. 

Eastern  Farmer,  388. 

East  Haddam,  Conn.,  350,  367. 

East  AValpole,  Mass.,  365. 

East  Windsor,  Conn.,  447. 

Ecclefechan,  Scotland,  424. 

Echo,  the,  370. 

Eddv,  William,  346. 

Eddy,  Zachary,  24,  345. 

Eden,  235. 

Eden-bower,  an,  48. 

Editor,  an,  40,  150. 

Editor,  foolish,  22. 

Editor,  self-wise,  17. 

Editor,  the,  69. 

Editor,  the,  we  prize,  70. 

Editor^  wheedling,  68. 

Edwards,  John,  403. 

Edwards,  Jonath.an,  25,  351,  354. 

Edwards,  Samuel,  466. 

Edwards,  Thomas,  375. 

Edwards,  William  E.,  375. 

Egotistical  dis2ilay,  63. 

Egyptian  crypts,  165. 

Egyptian  fliglit,  149. 

Election  week,  29. 

Elements,  heated,  285. 

Elf,  roguish,  109. 

Eliovich,  John  Br.atish,  .341. 

EUingwood,  John  W.,  410. 

Elm  Tavern,  393. 

Eloquence,  20. 

Emerson,  George  B.,  163,  432. 

Emery,  Caleb,  129,  416. 

Emmons,  Nathaniel,  39,  367,  408. 

Enemies,  subtle,  46. 

England,  341,  355,  304,  375. 

English  divine,  350,  307. 

English  gramiriar,  352. 

Epic,  powerful,  42. 

Erebus,  djirk  as,  47. 

Errata,  78,  339. 

Error,  19. 

Essex  Institute,  .364. 

Essex,  Hist.  Col.,  .304. 

Europe,  334,  340,  405,  487. 

Evening  Iiour,  41. 

Evening^,  precious,  112. 

Evil  eye,  209. 

Evil,  f'oster,  20. 

Slvil  schemes,  136. 

Evils,  wink  at,  01. 

Ewer,  Charles,  115,  401. 

Example,  298. 

Exceeilingjoy,  .322. 

Excellence,  genird,  00. 

Exchange  Street,  445. 

Excitement,  wild,  313. 

Exeter,  N.  II.,  353,  419,  486. 

Experiment,  390. 

Express,  New  Vork,  335. 

Eye,  flashing,  65. 


INDEX. 


XI 


Eye,  scornful,  293. 
Eye,  the  poet's,  113. 

Face,  brazen,  46. 

Face,  grand,  40. 

Face,  sunny,  292. 

Fahrcnlicit,  81. 

Fairbanks,  George,  112,  399. 

Faith  and  prayer,  28. 

Faith,  a  parent's,  39. 

Fala,  440. 

Falmouth,  Me.,  373,  376,  377,  380, 

424,  435,  441,  442,  498. 
Falsehood,  resort  to,  46. 
Faraday,  Michael,  28,  355. 
Farmington,  N.  II.,  369,  408. 
Farley,  Charles,  479. 
Fashion,  halls  of,  263. 
Fashion's  devotee,  267. 
Fashion's  maze,  259. 
Fate,  blinded,  271. 
Father's  hand,  328. 
Father's  voice,  330. 
Father,  your,  57. 
Fault,  a  trifling,  53. 
Faults,  others,  55. 
Favorite,  a  general,  56. 
Favorite,  village,  266. 
Favors,  thankless  for,  152. 
Fay,  Francis  B.,  13,  331. 
Fay,  Frank  B.,  258. 
Federal  Republicans,  346. 
Federal  Street,  415,  442,  497. 
Felon's  home,  38. 
Fernald,  Joseph  G.,  242,  481. 
Fern,  tasselled,  310. 
Fessenden  and  Deblois,  386,  395. 
Fessenden,  .Joseph  P.,  410. 
Fessenden,  Haniuel,  3'J,  40,  368,  466. 
Fessenden,  \Villiani,  368. 
Fessenden,  William  Pitt,  369. 
Fields,  James  T.,  249,  484. 
Fight,  bloodless,  95. 
Fights  for  justice,  38. 
Fire  and  liberty,  38. 
First  Parish  Church,  490. 
Fisher,  Jonathan,  403. 
Fish  Street,  414. 
Fist,  doubled,  65. 
Fitz,  Eust.acc  C,  35,  361. 
Fletcher,  Timothy,  250,  486. 
Flint,  Timothy,  374. 
Flirt,  a,  259. 
Flocks,  bleating,  312. 
Florence,  Ala.,  499. 
Florence,  Italy,  358,  383,  487. 
Flowerets,  choicest,  325. 
Foes,  uncon(i\ierable,  82. 

Foe,  treacherous,  301. 

Foibles,  pleased  to  detect,  46. 

Fold,  heavenly,  3.30. 

Follies,  ape  the,  60. 


Folly,  18,  307. 

Folly,  brazen,  47. 

Folly,  dogmatic,  139. 

Folly,  pride  and  sin,  58. 

Folly  rules,  287. 

Folsom,  Amelia,  490. 

Fool,  a,  67. 

Fool,  bombastic,  21. 

Fool,  inflated,  44. 

Fools,  learned,  134. 

Foot,  sheriflTs,  54. 

Fops,  foolish,  23. 

Forensic  Club,  331. 

Forest  and  shore,  390. 

Fore  Street,  378,  486. 

Forget-me-not,  318. 

Forgiveness,  48. 

Forks,  the,  444. 

Forsaith,  Thomas,  479. 

Fort  Hudson,  365. 

Foster,  Robert,  400. 

Fourth,  the  glorious,  173. 

Fowler,  Samuel  P.,  36,  363. 

Foxberry  leaves,  167. 

Foxcroft,  Colonel,  374. 

Fox,  Edward,  156,  356,  428. 

France,  364. 

Franklin,  Benjamin,  170,  435,  471, 

496. 
Franklin,  Mass.,  355,  367. 
Freak,  fortune's,  295. 
Freedom  of  the  -will,  351. 
Freeman,  Charles.  406. 
Freeman,  Samuel,  58,  157,374,380, 

406,  429,  430,  440,  466. 
Freeman,  Samuel  D.,  380. 
Frceport,  Me.,  475. 
Free  Street,  486. 
Fretful,  200,  289. 
Friend,  divine,  103. 
Friend  of  my  youth,  96. 
Friend,  slighted,  39. 
Friends,  Society  of.  366,  489. 
Frost,  Charles,  410. 
Frost,  Rufus  S.,  13,  335. 
Frothingham,    Richard,    31,    357, 

372. 
Frowns,  the  master's,  137. 
Fruits,  immortal,  95. 
Fruit,  unrlpened,  59. 
Fryeburg.  Me.,  .368,  391,  414. 
Fry,  Elizabi'lh,  200,  489. 
Fry,  Joseph,  489. 
Fulton,  J.  I).,  180,  440. 
Furies,  untamed,  .308. 
Fury,  inflated,  66. 
Future  ijunisliment,  355. 

Oabuiel,  64,  94. 
Gala-beat,  !J5. 
Galileo,  80,  383. 
Gall,  pen  in,  47. 


Xll 


INDEX 


Gamblor,  liloatcd,  104. 
Games,  fond  of,  104. 
Gardner,  Francis,  120,  412. 
Gardner,  John  D.,  2.>0,  482,  486. 
Garments,  patched  and  rent,  27. 
Garments,  tattered,  257. 
Garretson,  Life  of,  302. 
Garrison,  William  Lloyd,  15,  336, 

366,  493,  496. 
Gas,  full  of,  89. 
Gate,  heavenly,  64. 
Gazette,  222. 

Genealoi;ical  Register,  338. 
General  Court,  335. 
Generous  and  cood,  22. 
Generous  aspirations,  49. 
Generous  heart,  .33. 
Genial  showers,  30. 
Genius  and  utility,  41. 
Genius,  eagle-eyed,  230. 
Genius,  heart  of,  70. 
Genius  of  Universal  Emancipation, 

336. 
Genius,  shattered,  58. 
Genius,  slumbering,  80. 
Gentle  and  kind,  229. 
Gentle,  mild  and  good,  57. 
Geometry,  elements  of,  396. 
George's  clown,  118. 
Georgetown,  Mass.,  359. 
Georgia  Legislature,  337. 
Germany,  304. 
Gerrish,  Joseph  M.,  52,  374. 
Gerrish,  Oliver,  493. 
Ghoul,  frenzy  of  a,  190. 
Giant  rogues,  59. 
Gifts,  colloquial,  284. 
Gillet,  Eliphalet,  410. 
Gilmore,  John  Q.,  52,  372. 
Gilson,  Helen  L.,  488. 
Girl,  ill-natured,  290. 
Girls,  group  of,  326. 
Girls,  liappv,  253. 
Girl,  stalwart,  280. 
Give,  316. 

Gladness,  smile  of,  303. 
Glass,  social,  129,  178. 
Gleason,  Frederick,  412. 
Globe,  38J. 
Globe  Bank,  393. 
Globe,  Daily,  .52. 
Glories,  summer,  325. 
Gloucester,  Kngland,  383. 
Goads,  cruel,  128. 
God,  60. 

Goddard,  Charles  W.,  156,  428. 
Goddard,  Henry,  479. 
God,  faith  in,  293. 
God,  love  of,  137. 
God  of  mercy,  130. 
God's  higher  law,  192. 
God's  own  linger,  58. 


God's  sweet  smile,  205. 

Gold,  164. 

Goldau,  339. 

Golden  eggs,  59. 

Golden  rule,  58. 

Gold,  hoarded,  50. 

Goldschmidt,  Otto,  487. 

Goldsmith,  Oliver,  138. 

Gold,  streets  of,  330. 

Gold,  tempting,  72. 

Goold,  William,  443,  499. 

Gorham,  Me.,  333,   3S4,   402,   419, 

445,  474,  483,  485. 
Goshen,  Mass.,  371. 
Goslin,  precious,  93. 
Gospel,  34. 
Gossip,  love  to,  278. 
Gough,  John  B.,  37,  364. 
Gouid,  Edward,  407. 
Gould,  Hannah  F.,  258,  488. 
Gould,  Moses,  459. 
Gould,  Susan,  445. 
Governor  of  Maine,  368. 
Gowanda,  N.Y.,  334. 
Grace,  debt  to,  215. 
Grace,  Elizabeth,  261,  489. 
Graces,  Christian,  285. 
Granary  Burying-ground,  433. 
Grandames,  128. 
Grandames  of  yore,  88. 
Grass,  fragrant,  59. 
Grateful  shade,  104. 
Gratitude  and  love,  40. 
Grave,  a  felon's,  53. 

Grave,  dishonored,  78. 
Graves,  Mark,  35,  361. 

Gray,  Asa,  36,  364. 

Gray,  Edward,  466. 

Gray  locks,  113. 

Gray,  Me.,  381,  423,  438. 

Gray,  Thomas,  138. 

Great  Mysteries,  .342. 

Greek  Siave,  358. 

Greeley,  Allen,  410. 

Greeley,  Eleazer,  442. 

Greeleys,  the,  493. 

Greene,  Koscoe  G.,  20,  3.52. 

Greenfield,  Mass.,  .333,  334. 

Greenleaf,  Simon,  148,  393,  423. 

Greenock,  England,  355. 

Green  Street  C'hurcli,  381. 

(Jrief,  antidote  for,  65. 

Gritlin,  Edward  I).,  25,  350. 

(iritlin,  Joseph,  ,399. 

Grin,  a  devil's,  110. 

Groggery,  tempting,  120. 

Group,  happy,  52. 

Group,  unassuming,  29. 

Groves,  .lohn,  127,  416. 

Guest,  angel,  321. 

Gun  House,  171. 

Gunnison,  John,  410. 


INDEX . 


Xlll 


Gurlcy,  Royal,  213,  458. 
Gurney,  John,  489. 

Hack,  drove  a,  263. 

Hacker,  Jeremiah,  457. 

Hackney,  364. 

Hades,  121. 

Hades' jaws,  36. 

Haines,  Edward  P.,  356. 

Hair,  golden,  318. 

Hair,  flaxen,  64. 

Hair,  to  split  a,  77. 

Hale,  D.-ivid,  495. 

Hale,  Sarah  Josepha,  262,  495. 

Halifax,  N.B.,  433. 

Hall,  Daniel,  498. 

Hall,  Gordon,  129,  418. 

Hall,  Jedediah,  373. 

Hall,  Joel,  52,  373,  378. 

Hall,  Moses,  56,  378. 

Hallock,  William  A.,  418. 

Halloo,  wild,  64. 

Hall,  Peter,  54,  176,  376,  378,  440. 

Hall,  Simeon,  479. 

Halo,  warm  and  bright,  42. 

Hamblin,  George,  185,  445. 

Hamilton,  Alexander,  354. 

Hamilton  College,  382. 

Hamlin,  Cyrus,  238,  258,  478,  487. 

Hamlin,  Henrietta,  487. 

Hammond,  William,  24,  345. 

Hamon,  446. 

Hampton  Court,  355. 

Hampton,  N.  H.,  445,  483. 

Hands,  blistered,  77. 

Handwick,  N.  Y.,  366. 

Hanover,  Mass.,  482. 

Hanover,  N.  H.,  397. 

Hans,  Harry,  439. 

IL-ins,  William,  57,  379,  393. 

Harangue,  low,  138. 

Harbinger  of  Peace,  353. 

Hardicanute,  494. 

Harding,  Charles,  385. 

Hardwick,  Centennial  at,  382. 

Hardwick,  Mass.,  382. 

Harmon,  Benjamin,  466. 

Harrington,    William   Henry,   44, 

174,  439. 
Harris,  Moses  T.,  410. 
Hartford  Churchman,  372. 
Hartford,  Conn.,  447,  489. 
Hartford  Convention,  385. 
Hartshorn,  Oliver  8.,  479. 
Harvard  College,  94,  332,  346,  367, 

369,  371,  374,  384,  393,  4(lO,   401, 

403,  412,  417,  428,  431,  432,   450, 

471,  477,  482,  484. 
Harvard  School,  418. 
Haskell,  John  W.,  479. 
Hat,  seize  his,  63. 
Haverhill,  Maes.,  361,  367,  400,  486_ 


Hayes,  Erastus,  183,  441. 

Hay,  fresh-made,  309. 

Headstrong  and  wild,  30. 

Heard,  Franklin  F.,  249,  484. 

Hearse,  a  dismal,  114. 

Heart,  a  nation's,  42. 

Heart,  graces  of,  92. 

Heart  of  kindness,  34. 

Heart,  selfish,  210. 

Heart,  social,  50. 

Heaven's  unerring  rule,  109. 

Hebe,  289. 

Hebrew  Lexicon,  404. 

Hebron  Academy,  399. 

Hebron,  Me.,  457. 

Hell,  dialect  of,  47. 

Hell,  gambler's,  194. 

Hell,  verge  of,  81. 

Help  and  bless,  delight  to,  48. 

Hemmenway,  John,  232,  354,  422, 

475. 
Hemmenway,  Moses,  476. 
Hentz,  Caroline  Lee,  499. 
Hcntz,  N.  M.,  499. 
Herculean  laborer,  122. 
Hero,  Christian,  41. 
Hester,  78,  400. 
High  Street  Church,  344,  371. 
Hill,  Frank  A.,  31,  358. 
Hill,  George,  339. 
Hillocks,  green,  312. 
Hill,  Rocky,  380. 
Hill-Side  Church,  371. 
Hill,  William  U.,  199,  450. 
Hindoo,  202. 
Hindoo  saint,  325. 
Historical  Sermon,  352. 
History  of  Redemption,  351. 
Hobart,  Charles,  410. 
Hobgoblin  tales,  33. 
Hog  Island,  55,  378. 
Holden,  Charles,  112,  399,  403. 
Holland,  364. 

Ilollis  Street  Church,  339,  .396. 
Holmes,  Oliver  Wendell,  103,  432. 
Holy  Ghost,  137. 
Holy  One,  214. 
Homes,  pleasant,  66. 
Homespun  vest,  33. 
Honor,  crowned  with,  285. 
Honor,  gain,  50. 
Iloole,  Joseph,  466. 
Hoop,  to  beat,  56. 
Hope.  303. 

Hopkinton,  N.H.,  359. 
Hornburn,  Ichabod,  189,  446. 
Horse,  lightning,  197. 
Horse-race,  78. 
Horse-race  show,  156. 
llorses  fast,  drive,  83. 
Horton,  Robert,  224,  468. 
Uosannas,  217. 


XIV 


1  X  D  E  X 


Hottentot,  298. 

Hour,  gloomy,  64. 

Howard  .ind  Napoleon  conirasteJ, 

353. 
Howard,  Jolin,  37,  304. 
Howard,  Judge,  331. 
Howe,  Apollo,  488. 
Howe,  Caroline  D.,  258,  488. 
Howe,  Edward,  479. 
Howe,  Nathan,  430. 
How,  John,  466. 
Hub,  434. 

Hub,  almighty,  166. 
Huckler'8  Kow,  118,  239,  410. 
Humble-bees,  59. 
Humility,  321. 
Hunnewell,  Colonel,  374. 
Huntington,  Dr.,  446. 
Huntington,  'William,  231,  475. 
Hunt's  Magazine,  388. 
Hurrah,  wild,  52. 
Huse,  James,  466. 
Hussey,  S.amuol  F.,  54,  376,  497. 
Hussey,  Thankful,  273,  497. 
Hut,  squalid,  211. 
Hyde,  William,  466. 
Hymn,  322. 
Hypocrisy,  83. 

I  AND  Conscience,  404. 

Icy  streets,  128. 

Ideas,  confused,  72. 

Idols,  73. 

Idols,  darling,  74. 

Ignor.'ince,  inflated,  180. 

Ike,  humorous,  31. 

Ilchester,  England,  488. 

Ilsley,  Charles  1'.,    101,   390,   410, 

417,  493. 
Ilsley,  Hosea,  31,  358. 
Ilsley,  Robert,  440. 
Impolitic,  203. 
Impudence,  287. 
Impudence,  liold,  75. 
Impudence,  frothy,  63. 
India,  356. 
Indian,  298. 
Indian  wars,  374. 
Indian  wetil,  29. 
Infantry,  171,  436. 
Inlidcl,  33. 
Inflated,  20. 

Ingraham,  J.ames  M.,  466. 
Ingr.aham,    Joseph    H.,    120,    412, 

479. 
Iniquity,  thoughts  of,  51. 
Innucndi),  284. 
Insect,  304. 

Instructor,  Babhath  School,  390. 
Instrument,  s(iueaking,  2S3. 
Insurance,  life,  90. 
Integrity,  221,  222, 


Intellect,  dwarfish,  144. 

Intemperance,  36,  82. 

Intrigues  and  tricks,  low,  46. 

Ipswich,  Mass.,  459. 

Ire,  feel  his,  100. 

Irish  brogue,  250. 

Irish  Mike,  23. 

Irving,  Washington,  44,  249. 

Isaiah,  rapt,  328. 

Island,  town  and  fort,  77. 

Isle  of  France,  486. 

Isle  of  Jersey,  433. 

Italy,  364. 

Jackass,  68,  241. 

Jack  Slack,  108,  397. 

Jackson,  Benjamin,  476. 

Jackson  Freelove  Luce,  476. 

Jackson,  George  E.  B.,  477. 

Jackson,  Henrietta,  480. 

Jackson,  Henry,  234,  466,  476,  479. 

Jack,  the  meanest  boy,  187. 

Jade,  a  wary,  118. 

Jameson,  Thomas,  410. 

Japan,  298. 

Jasmine,  310. 

Jealousies,  or  fears,  126. 

Jeers  and  ridicule,  181. 

Jefierson,  347. 

Jehus,  198. 

Jenkins,  CharUs,  13,  333,  334,  356, 

410,  441,  466,  470. 
Jenkins,  Hnldah,  410. 
Jenkins,  Jonathan  L.,  334. 
Jenkins,  .Joseph,  470. 
Jenks,  William,  63,  381. 
Jerusalem,  30. 
Jesus,  214. 
Jesus,  blest  in,  323. 
Jesus'  feet,  62. 
Jewett,  Jedediah,  356. 
Jewett,  John  1'.,  390,  418. 
Jezebel,  259. 
Jockey,  careless,  198. 
Jocund  and  happy,  27. 
Jocund  throng,  24. 
Johnson,  Samuel,  134,  410. 
Joint,  lower,  76. 
Jok.al,  Asa  Miner,  357. 
Jones,  Elijah,  410. 
Jordan,  Winthroi)  S.,  221,  405. 
Journal,  Boston,  52. 
.Journals,  daily,  215. 
Jove,  286. 
Joy,  divine,  55. 
Jo}',  c.vubcrant,  208. 
Joy,  grateful,  330. 
Joy,  unbounded,  55. 
Juan  Fernandez,  371. 
Judas  Iscariot,  446. 
Judge,  a,  44. 
I    Juice,  maple,  143. 


INDEX . 


XV 


JuicG,  nauseous,  204. 
July,  91. 

.luniper,  166,  310. 
JupitcT,  67. 
Just  and  brave,  41. 
Justice,  39,  ^5. 
Justice,  frown,  168. 
Justice  of  the  i'cace,  95. 
Justice,  pleading  for,  40. 
Justice,  sword  of,  224. 
Justice  weeps,  203. 

Keep  Cool,  339. 
Kellogg,  Elijali,  231,  346,  472. 
Kelvcdon,  England,  381. 
Kennebunk,  Mo.,  432,  458. 
Kennebunkport,  Me.,  386,  441. 
Kent,  Edwai-d,  27,  353. 
Ketch,  Johnny,  68. 
Kibby,  Epaphras,  30,  356. 
Kidd,  Robert,  38. 
Kidd,  William,  366. 
Killeran,  Edward,  33,  360. 
Kind  and  thoughtful,  58. 
Kindnesses,  little,  288. 
Kindness,  smile  of,  48. 
Kind  to  a  fault,  24. 
Kingdom  and  thrones,  72. 
King  or  serf,  70. 
King's  Chapel,  370. 
King's  College,  389. 
King  Street,  458,  491. 
King,  Tliomas  Starr,  357. 
Kitchen  Are,  136. 
Kite,  favorite,  55. 
Kite,  to  tly,  56. 
Kittery,  Me.,  481. 
Knave,  a,  74,  210. 
Kneo,  supple,  148. 
Knight,  Oliver,  183,  441. 
Knight,  wandering,  240. 
Knitting  work,  359. 
Knives,  scouring,  306. 
Knoll,  grassy,  294. 
Knowledge,  school  of,  136,  169. 
Knowles,  Kev.  Mr.,  27,  353. 
Knox,  Henry,  26,  352. 

Lad,  conscientious,  30. 

l.ad,  curious,  170. 

Eadd,   William,  27,  353,  410,    422, 

476,  493. 
Lad,  gentle,  41. 
Lad,  i)eevish,  66. 
Lad,  stately,  63. 
Lad,  vicious,  21. 
Lad,  wonderful,  63. 
La  Favette,  Marcjuis  de,  218,  332, 

384,  460. 
Lake,  300. 
Lanikins,  31.3. 
Lancaster,  Mass.,  331,  3S0,  488,  499 


Lancaster,  N.  H.,  423. 

Lancey,  John,  397. 

Landscapes,  sketching,  57.     • 

Language,  boi.sterous,  125. 

Language,  impure,  49. 

L.-mguage,  low  or  rude,  57. 

Language,  vile,  203. 

Langworthy,  Isaac  P.,  351. 

Largo,  Scotland,  371. 

Latch,  welcome,  284. 

Lathrop,  Uarriet  W.,  258,  487. 

Laugli  and  chat,  63. 

Laugh,  joyous,  292. 

Laws,  wholesome,  54. 

Leach,  John,  474. 

Leaps,  fantastic,  135. 

Leaves,  dying,  113. 

Leavitt,  Joshua,  151,  425. 

Lebanon,  N.  H.,  392. 

Legal  ch.aps,  47. 

Legal  muss,  47. 

Legislative  halls,  14. 

Legislature  of  Maine,  334. 

Le  Hentz,  Caroline,  273. 

Lempster,  N.  H.,  482. 

Levant,  Me.,  418. 

Lewis,  Benjamin,  114,  461. 

Lewiston,  Me.,  418. 

Lexington,  Ken.,  381. 

Lexington,  Mass.,  469. 

Libby,  Joseph,  30,  331,  355,  466. 

Liberator,  the,  336,  496. 

Liberty  Bell,  407. 

Lie,  never  told  a,  146. 

Life  but  a  dream,  251. 

Life,  endless,  66. 

Life,  the  laborer's,  153. 

Light,  George  W.,  186,  403,  446. 

Lightning's  flash,  quick  .-is,  37. 

Light  on  I)ark  Itiver,  487. 

Lights,  moral,  316. 

Lily,  318. 

Limerick,  Me.,  406,  441.     ' 

Lime  Street,  477. 

Limiiigton,  Me.,  398,  406. 

Lincoln,  Abraham,  42,  388,  449. 

Lincoln,  Enoch,  369. 

Lincoln,  Royal,  479. 

Lind,  Jeiniy,  255,  437. 

Line  and  hook,  41. 

Lines,  leaded,  215. 

Lion's  hide,  179. 

Lion's  ^kill,  ].'55. 

Lip,  telltale,  264. 

Lisbon,  384. 

Litchfield,  Conn.,  396. 

Little  I'l.agucs,  342. 

Livermore,  Me.,  335. 

Loaves  and  lislies,  74. 

Locke,  John,  249. 

Logan,  John,  180,  339,  440. 

Logic,  defective,  70. 


XVI 


INDEX. 


London,  364,  333. 
Londonderry,  N.IL,  357. 
London  Missionary  Society,  350. 
Longfellow,  AlexandcT,  385. 
Longfellow,  Henry  W.,  240,   385, 

499. 
Longfellow,  Samuel,  385. 
Longfellow,  Stephen,  96,  384,  385, 

461. 
Longwood,  485. 
Looks  of  love,  forgiving,  4S. 
Lord,  Charles  A.,  97,  386,  403. 
Lord,  William,  479. 
Loring,  Nieliolus,  491. 
Lotteries,  injurious  effects  of,  386'. 
Louder  call,  94. 
Louisiana,  336. 
Lovejoy,  Daniel,  410. 
Lovejoy,  Elijah  P.,  407. 
Love,  rejoice  in,  29. 
Lovewell's  Fight,  369. 
Lowell,  Charles,  425. 
Lowell,  Illinois,  367. 
Lowell,  Mass.,  419. 
Lowell,  William,  440. 
Lunch,  free,  211. 
Lundy,  Benjamin,  3S,  336. 
Lunenburg,  Mass.,  374. 
Lunt,  Peter,  479. 
Luther,  328. 
Lynn,  Mass.,  365,  384. 

Macaulay,  396. 

Machias,  East,  407. 

Machias,  Me.,  405. 

Madison,  N.Y.,  332. 

Madras  Mission,  487. 

Magnetic  Telegraph,  387. 

Mahommedans,  357. 

Maid,  lovelorn,  284. 

Maine,  courts  and  lawyers  of,  400. 

Maine  Missionary  Society,  4u6. 

Maine,  State  of,  175. 

Maine  Woods,  338. 

Maiden,  Mass.,  427. 

Mallalieu,  Willard  F.,  27,  353. 

Malta,  487.      ■ 

Mammas,  talkative,  197. 

Man,  good  old,  224. 

Maniac,  harmless,  54. 

Maniac's  brow,  the,  59. 

Manners,  pleasing,  34. 

Man,  noble,  214. 

Man's  equality,  40. 

Manuscripts,  important,  191. 

Marble  blocks,  31. 

Mariano,  Florida,  499. 

Mariner,  David  D.,  138,  403,  42:i. 

Market  Street,  443. 

Marlborough,  N.  II.,  335. 

Marsh,  Christopher,  410. 

Marslifield,  359. 


Marston,  Eliza,  491. 

Martin,  Penelope,  491. 

Martyn,  Henry,  30,  356. 

Masonic  Temple,  418. 

Massachusetts  laws,  1\5. 

Massasoit,  432. 

Master's  praise,  213. 

Master's  sight,  228. 

Matheson,  James,  367. 

Matthew's  Gospel,  350. 

May,  flowers  of,  302,  492. 

Mayo,  Misses,  490. 

Mayor,  future,  27. 

Mayo'8  Hill,  123,  415. 

Mayo  Street,  172,  437. 

McLellan,  Arthur,  468. 

McLeUan,  Capt.,  416. 

McLellan,  Charles  W.,  442. 

McLellan,  George,  442. 

McLellan,  William,  116,  184,  402. 

Mead,  Asa,  410. 

Meal,  sifting,  306. 

Meats,  tainted,  220. 

Mechanic  Blues,  171,  436. 

Medfield,400. 

Medford,  Mass.,  397,  399,  450. 

Melancthon,  328. 

Mellen,  Frederick,  478. 

McUen,  Grenville,  331,  477. 

Mellen,  Prentiss,  238,  477. 

Men,  active,  38. 

Men,  energetic,  41. 

Men,  noblest,  89. 

Men  of  consequence,  67. 

Men,  powers  of,  64. 

Men,  reckless,  54. 

Merchant,  20,  142,  164. 

Mercy's  call,  317. 

Mercy's  cause,  303. 

Mercy's  door,  271,  321. 

Merit,  blind  to,  45. 

Merrill,  Alfred,  466. 

Merrill,  James,  356. 

Merrill,  Paul  E.,  149,  424,  466. 

-Merrill's  liow,  486. 

Merrimack  River,  338. 

Middlebo rough,  400. 

Middle  Street,  379. 

Middletown,  Conn.,  361. 

Mighels,  Jesse  W.,  403. 

Millionaires,  craftv,  124. 

Mills,  Samuel  J.,  34,  300. 

Miltimore,  Ilev.  Mr.,  362. 

Milton,  John,  80,  383. 

Mind,  godlike,  61. 

Miner,  Alonzo  A.,  245,  482. 

Minister,  my,  334. 

Ministers,  20,  60,  72,   73,   83,   144, 

189. 
Ministrj',  faithful,  74. 
Minneapolis,  Minn.,  453. 
Minot,  Me.,  353. 


INDEX 


XVI I 


Miracle,  •work  a,  HO. 
Miscollany,  o.i". 
Mischief,  world  of,  54. 
Mischievous  resort,  52. 
Miser,  a,  213,  233,  23J. 
Misfortune,  54,  183. 
Misfortune,  dark,  206'. 
Misfortune's  soul,  212. 
Missiles,  dangerous,  54. 
Mission,  evil,  85. 
Mississippi  Valley,  374. 
Miss,  modest,  280. 
Misspent  hours,  ghosts  of,  98. 
Mitciiell,  Ammi  K.,  389. 
Mitchell,  David  Mobec,  100,  389, 

410. 
Mitcliell,  Jacob,  489. 
Mitchell,  Reuben,  479. 
Mitchell,  AVilliani  C,  466. 
Mites,  widows',  310. 
Mock,  the  old,  108. 
Modesty,  unconscious,  302. 
Moina,  chambers  of,  493. 
Moloch,  244. 
Monmouth,  353. 
Montreal,  424. 
Moody,  Amy,  411. 
Moody,  Coot,  411. 
Moody,  Enoch,  221,  465,  479. 
Moody,  Franklin  C,  356. 
Moody,  Lemuel,  440. 
Moose  Alley,  56,  379. 
More,  Hannah,  179,  265,  495. 
Morgan,  Jonathan,  239,  480. 
Morose  and  fretful,  106. 
Morse,  Edward  S.,  170,  436. 
Morse,  Professor,  288,  387. 
Morristown,  N.Y.,  382. 
Morton,  Ileuben,  486. 
Mosquito,  vile,  45. 
Mother,  your  own,  206. 
Mottled  trout,  41. 
Mount  Auburn,  370. 
Mountfort,  Edmund,  429. 
Mountfort,  George,  429. 
Mountfort  Hill,  156,  429. 
Mountfort,  John,  429. 
Mountfort,  Napoleon  B.,  430. 
Mountfort  Street,  429. 
Mount  Joy,  174,  437,  438. 
Mount  Vernon,  383. 
Mourt's  Relations,  355. 
Mowatt,  Captain,  442,  444. 
Munjoy's  Hill,  55,  378,  415. 
Munjoy,  John,  437. 
Music,  64. 
Mussel  beds,  173. 
Mussey,  Charles,  457. 
MuBsey,  John,  457. 
Musty  ma?niscripts,  44. 
Musty  shelf,  36. 
Mutual-admiration  curs,  22. 


Muzzey,  A.  B.,  226,  469. 
Mystic  nothingness,  33. 
My  country,  29. 
Myrtle  Street,  377. 

Name,  curses  upon  his,  110. 

Name,  reproach  upon,  53. 

Names,  harsh,  61. 

Names,  provoking,  23. 

Naples,  Me.,  425. 

Napoleon,  389. 

Nason,  Elias,  132,  133,  369. 

Natchez,  Miss,  412,  485. 

Natick,  Mass.,  369,  419. 

National  Independence,  346. 

National  Philantliropist,  336. 

Nation's  rise  and  fall,  62. 

Nature,  25. 

Nature  in  bloom,  204. 

Nature,  inspired  by,  42. 

Nature,  pulse  of,  310. 

Nature's  child,  21. 

Natures,  cross-grained,  66. 

Nature's  flashing  light,  66. 

Nature's  gifted  son,  41. 

Nature's  hymns,  312. 

Nature's  works,  170. 

Nature,  waspish,  66. 

Nealc,  Rollin  H.,  472. 

Neal,  Jolin,   23,  44,   334,  339,  372,, 

373,  393,  394,  Sm,  397,  403,  440, 

457,  472,  481,  493,  498. 
Neal,    Rachel    Wilson,    273,    490, 

498. 
Neal's    History  of   the    Furitans, 

402. 
Neal,  William  H.,  206,  455. 
Neat  habits,  24. 
Neatness,  devoid  of,  77. 
Neck  I'ond,  123,  415. 
Neighbor,  57. 
Newark,  N.J.,  350,  354. 
New  Bedford,  Mass.,  439. 
New  Braintree,  Mass.,  403. 
Newbury,  Mass.,  358,  377. 
Newbury  port,   336,   359,   383,   396, 

482. 
Newburv's  mines,  299. 
Newell,  "Harriet,  355,  486. 
Newell,  Samtiel,  486. 
New  England,  366. 
New  England  Farmer,  363. 
New    England    Genealogical    So- 
ciety, 402. 
New  England  patriots,  82. 
New  England  vales,  26. 
New    Gloucester,    Me..   368,    423, 

495. 
Newh.all,  William,  175,  439. 
New  Ilnven  Seminary,  447. 
New  Jersey  College,  351. 
Newmarket,  N.U.,  398. 


XVlll 


INDEX 


Newington  Butts,  355. 
Newport,  N.Il.,  405. 
Newton,  Isaac,  8G,  383. 
Newton,  John,  80. 
Newton,  Mass.,  381,  469. 
New  York,  372,  491. 
New  York  City,  3(35,  386. 
Nichols,  Ichabod,  13,  332,  493. 
Nicknames,  56. 

Nightingale,  Florence,  255,  487. 
Night,  shadows  of,  56. 
Night  Thoughts,  383. 
Niles,  Stephen  R.,  108,  397. 
Nincompoop,  Inflated,  74. 
Nobility,  true,  51. 
Nonesuch  River,  413. 
Nonsense,  whirl  of,  286. 
Noonday  heat,  59. 
Norfolk,  England,  351. 
Northampton,  Mass.,  345,  463. 
Nortli  Andover,  Mass.,  487. 
North  Billerica,  Mass.,  420. 
North  Brookfield,  Mass.,  407. 
North  Carolina,  492,  499. 
North  Stonington,  Conn.,  351. 
North    Yarmouth,   Me.,   331,   333, 

389,   411,  431,  450,  452,  466,  477, 

489. 
Norwich,  Conn.,  355,  487. 
Notes  on  nursing,  487. 
Nova  Scotia,  389. 
Novelette,  flashy,  267. 
Nowell,  Moses,  466. 
Nowers,  Thomas  W.,  52,  373. 
Numbers,  lisping  in,  41. 

Oaks,  broad-armed,  59. 
Observatory,  the,  176,  440. 
Obstinate  or  rude,  147. 
Odd  and  whimsical,  105. 
Odds,  severe,  the,  99. 
Ohio,  358,  408. 
Old  and  gray,  158. 
Old  books,  31. 
Old  manuscripts,  36. 
Open,  frank,  105. 
Oppress  the  poor,  55. 
Orange,  N.  Y.,  409. 
Orange  peel,  121. 
Oregon,  250. 
Orono,  Mc.,  3.35. 
Orthodox,  self-righteous,  33. 
Orton,  Job,  384. 
Osgood,  George  L.,  32,  359. 
Osgoods,  the,  493. 
Ossoli,  Mrs.,  441. 
Otho,  340. 
Overbearing,  162. 
Owhyhee,  371. 
Owlish  eyes,  45. 
Oxen,  laboring,  128. 
Oxford,  Conn.,  361. 


Oxford  County,  Sketches  of,  407. 
Oxnard,  Ann  Maria,  490. 
Oxnard,  Edward,  469. 

Paddock,  Adino,  163,  433. 

Page,  Harlan,  132,  418. 

Page,  Horatio  N.,  103,  391. 

Paise,  Lucius  R.,  64,  382. 

Paiiie,  Robert  Treat,  52,  373. 

Paine,  Thomas,  26,  351. 

Panama,  411. 

Pangs,  mental,  66. 

Pants,  tattered,  77. 

Pap,  governmental,  216. 

Paradise,  61. 

Paradise  Lost,  383. 

Paragon  of  vice,  29. 

Paragraph,  inflated,  107. 

Paragraph,  odious,  47. 

Paris,  Me.,  366,  369. 

Paris,  N.Y.,  364. 

Parker,  Judge,  458. 

Parkhurst,  John  L.,  247,  403,  483. 

Park,  Professor,  409,  449. 

Park  Street  Church,  333,  350,  361, 

402. 
Purlin  Pond,  444. 
Panis,  Albion  K.,  461,  464. 
Parris,  Samuel,  364. 
Parsons,  Isaac,  453. 
Parlingtonian  patchwork,  359. 
Partington,  Life  of,  359. 
Part  no  more,  325. 
Partridge,  312. 
Passions,  sordid,  154. 
Passions,  imholy,  61. 
Pastor,  a  noble,  198. 
Pastor's  last  words,  352. 
Putchogue,  L.I.,  397. 
Patience,  out  of,  76. 
Patriarchs,  223. 

Patten,  Stephen,  208,  339,  456,  493. 
Paul,  26,  <.>4,  198,  199. 
Paul,  fearless,  328. 
Paul,  honest,  74. 
Payson,  Edward,  25,  132,  333,  346, 

349,  402,  408,  411,  415,  419,   424, 

456,  458,  464,  473,  495. 
Payson,  Seth,  419. 
I'eabody,  Andrew  P.,  333. 
Peabody,  George,  363. 
Peace,  heavenly,  232. 
Peace,  inward,  79. 
Peace,  reii;n  of,  80,  203. 
Pearl,  Cyril,  410. 
I'earl  Street,  442. 
Peck  ham,  Samuel  H.,  410. 
Peeled,  41. 
I'eet,  Joseph,  410. 
I'encil,  guide  his,  57. 
Pennies,  315. 
Pcuny-a-liner,  a,  45. 


INDEX 


XIX 


Penny,  bright,  52. 

Pen,  ready  with,  57. 

Penurious  wretcli,  212. 

Perseverance,  277. 

Persia,  357. 

Pert  and  proud,  267. 

Peruvian  mines,  135. 

Peterborough,  N.  Y.,  419. 

Pewter  platters,  282. 

Philadelphia,  334,  382,  435,  495. 

Pliilip,  King,  163,  432. 

Philip's  war,  355. 

Phillips  Academy,  386. 

Philiipg,  John,  123,  415. 

Phillips,  Wendell,  38,  367. 

Phinney,  Edward,  483. 

Phipsburg,  Me.,  420. 

Phiz,  sanctimonious,  69. 

Piece,  disdainful,  305. 

Pierce,  Josiah,  485. 

Pierpont,  John,  44,  339,  396,  481. 

Pines,  mountain,  309. 

Pine,  towering,  166. 

Pink,  318. 

Pilgrims,  21. 

Pillar,  noble,  56. 

Pill,  bitter,  127. 

Pinkncy's  son,  23. 

Pipe,  filthy,  15,  177,  204. 

Pipes,  make  our,  61. 

Pise.itaqua,  373. 

Pistareen,  199. 

Pitchwood  Hill,  363. 

Pittsfteld,  Mass.,  360,  461. 

Plane  and  bit,  28. 

Planks,  rotten,  106. 

Play  on,  326. 

Play,  tired  of,  57. 

Pleasure's  door,  205. 

I'lodding,  drudge,  44. 

Plover,  41. 

Plumb,  Albert  H.,  13,  334. 

Plymouth,  Mass.,  346,  406. 

Plymouth,  N.  II.,  449. 

Pocket  knife,  28. 

I'olar  iceberg,  50. 

I'olloys,  William,  54,  176,  377,  440. 

I'olls,  the,  44. 

Pomeroy,  Thaddeus,  333,  410. 

Pomposity,  45. 

I'oinpous  youth,  44. 

I'omroy,  8wun  L.,  410. 

Pond,  Enoch,  408. 

I'oole,  Alexander,  33,  360. 

Pools,  filthy,  219. 

Poor  and  old,  05. 

Poor  and  weak,  41. 

Poor,  John  A.,  122,  414. 

I'oor,  worthy,  58. 

I'ope,  Alexander,  240,  443,  446. 

Pope,  Joseph,  479. 

Popinjay,  independent,  210. 


Portico,  339. 

Portland,  331,  332,  333,  334,  338, 
352,  356,  358,  300,  362,  365,  366, 
368,  369,  370,  371,  372,  373,  374, 
375,  377,  379,  380,  381,  382,  390, 
393,  395,  397,  400,  402,  406,  411, 
416,  417,  423,  428,  436,  437,  441, 
442,  443,  446,  449,  450,  453,  458, 
459,  461,  465,  467,  468,  470,  476, 
477,  483,  485,  490,  492,  497,  498, 
499,  500. 

Portland  Academy,  346. 

Portland  Advertiser,  334,  458,  477. 

Portland  children,  55. 

Portland  Courier,  396,  491. 

Portland  Directorv,  400. 

Portland  Exchange,  342. 

Portland  Gazette,  116, 347,  369,  375, 
403,  414. 

Portland  Genius,  496. 

Portland,  History  of,  391,  400. 

Portland  Illustrated,  342. 

Portland  Pier,  128. 

Portland  Press,  399. 

Portland  Bocioty  of  Natural  His- 
tory, 401. 

Portland  Transcript,  390. 

Portland  Tribune,  116,  341,  369, 
390,  393,  399,  400,  403,  412. 

Portsmouth,  N.II.,  332,  353,  359, 
386,  401,  409,  450,  476,  484. 

Portugal,  364. 

Possessions,  best,  74. 

Power,  Almighty,  226. 

I'ower  and  grace,  64. 

Power  incomprehensible,  79. 

Powers,  Hiram,  31,  358. 

Powers,  mental,  58. 

Powhatan,  397. 

Pownal,  Me.,  411, 

Prates,  incessant,  71. 

Pratt,  Caleb,  26,  352. 

I'rayer,  morning  and  evening,  39. 

Prayer,  sordid,  122. 

Prayer,  the  sailor's,  111. 

Prayer,  wings  of,  88. 

Prayer,  words,  75. 

Preachers,  61. 

Preach,  moral  lessons,  66. 

Preble,  Enoch,  417. 

Preble,  George  H.,  129,  417. 

Prejudice,  a  blow  at,  40. 

Prentiss,  Elizabeth,  265,  349,  495. 

Prentiss,  George,  485. 

Prentiss,  Seargent  8.,  250,  485. 

I'resident,  mother  of  a,  254. 

Press,  Christian,  19. 

Press,  daily,  388. 

Press  of  Maine,  History  of,  309. 

Press,  the,  17. 

Pretence,  manifold,  66. 

Prevaricate  and  lie,  124. 


XX 


INDEX 


Prickly  burrs,  136. 
Pride  and  passion,  99. 
Pride  and  sliow,  210. 
Pride,  injured,  289. 
Pride,  lump  of,  93. 
Pride,  sin  of,  275. 
Pride,  wounded,  80. 
Prince,  cultured,  283. 
Prince,  David  Cusliing,  490,  494. 
Prince,  John  M.,  479. 
Prize,  glittering,  217. 
Profane  language,  203. 
Progress  of  religion,  383. 
Project,  wicked,  130. 
Prout,  John,  171. 
Prout's  Neck,  413,  436. 
Prouty,  Delia,  318,  499. 
Providence,  35,  56. 
Providence,  bounteous,  49. 
Providence,  R.  I.,  361,  418,  460. 
Public  Library,  418. 
Puff  and  spit,  81. 
Pulpit,  beat  the,  134. 
Pulpit  or  throne,  34. 
Punchard,  George,  196,  449. 
I'uritanic  stock,  82. 
Puritanic  times,  192. 
Purpooduck,  115,  402. 
Putnam,  Israel,  332. 
Pygmy,  shrink  to  a,  63. 

Quaint  Prints,  115. 

Quaker,  a  noted,  367. 

Quaker  Church,  184,  443,  497. 

Quaker  Meeting-House,  442. 

Quarrelsome,  176. 

Quarterly,     Congregational,     334, 

408. 
Quarterly  Register,  408. 
Queen  of  May,  326. 
Quick  as  a  flash,  205, 
Quick  to  trade,  36. 
Quincy,  Marcus,  479. 
Quincy,  Samuel  M.,  222,  407. 
Quint,  Alonzo  II.,  52. 
Quixote-like,  47. 
Quoddy  Bay,  250. 

Rabhle  Crowd,  44. 
Rachel  Dyer,  341. 
Ramsgate,  489. 
Rand,  Asa,  132,  377,  403,  419. 
Randolph,  339. 
Ranger,  brig,  490. 
Ranks,  disreputable,  89. 
Ranks,  editorial,  108. 
Raven's  sombre  wing,  46,  106. 
Reason  is  fled,  58. 
Reason's  flame,  54. 
Rebuke,  harsh,  145. 
Record  on  high,  32, 
Redemption's  song,  39. 


Red-head,  little,  117. 
Reed,  Andrew,  39,  367. 
Reflections,  unkind  281. 
Religious  Magazine,  407. 
Remark,  a  foul,  202. 
Remark,  coarse,  284. 
Republic,  rise  of  the,  357. 
Rest,  eternal,  326. 
Retreat,  green,  55. 
Revenge,  red,  70,  131. 
Revolutionary  soldier,  378. 
Revolutionary  war,  352. 
Rhvmes  with  reason,  359. 
Robert  College,  480. 
Robinson  Crusoe,  371. 
Rochester,  N.  H.,  421. 
Rock,  firm  as  a,  42. 
Rockland,  Me.,  449. 
Rock,  shadowy,  166. 
Rock,  stable  as  a,  72. 
Rocks  that  ring,  42. 
Rocky  Hill,  59,  166,  435. 
Rod  and  stafl',  407. 
Rogers,  Charles,  457. 
Roman  nose,  176. 
Roman  orator,  847. 
liome,  N.  Y.,  381. 
Roof,  burning,  37. 
Rope,  a  felon's,  85. 
Rowe,  Elizabeth,  258,  488. 

Rowley,  Mass.,  415,  465. 

Roxburv,  Mass.,  334,  372,  389,  443. 

Rice,  Alexander  H.,  226,  469. 

Rice  and  Kendall,  469. 

Rice,  Simeon  T.,  405. 

Richardson,  Alford,  500. 

Richardson,  Charies  A.,  28,  355. 

Ridicule,  201. 

Rights  of  others,  66. 

Rights,  WomaTi's,  286. 

Right,  the,  51. 

Rindge,  N.ll.,  346,  419,  483, 

Ringe,  John  L.,  410, 

Rising  Son,  381. 

Rogers,  Charles,  482. 

Rumford,  Me.,  395. 

Rum,  league  with,  23. 

Ruby,  Reuben,  62,  381. 

Russell,  Kdward,  162,  431. 

SABBATn-PAY,  53. 
Sabbath  School  Instructor,  331. 
Saccarappa,  Mc.,  416,  455. 
Saccarappa  sleds,  128. 
Sacred  Hook,  2.54. 
Saint,  modern,  199. 
Saint,  unction  of,  94. 
Sale,  Jolm,  52,  373. 
Salem,  Mass.,  332,  374,  407,  449. 
Salem  witchcraft,  364. 
Salisbury,  Mass.,  301. 
:    Samson,  351. 


INDEX 


XXI 


Sandgate,  England,  364. 

Sanford,  Me.,  416. 

San  Francisco,  Cal.,  361. 

Satan,  22,  177,  212. 

Satan's  triumph,  83. 

Savage,  James,  457,  458. 

Saviour,  a,  died,  141. 

Saviour's  breast,  326. 

Sawyer,  Lemuel,  490. 

Saxon  word,  a,  76. 

Scandal,  tale  of,  283. 

Scarborough,  Me.,  120,  411,  413. 

Schoolday  scenes,  327. 

Schoolmate,  careless,  42. 

Schoolm.ates,  unkind,  61. 

School  Street,  442,  497. 

Scorner's  chair,  98. 

Scorpion's  stings,  120. 

Scorpion  whip,  130. 

Scottish  warrior,  86. 

Scrip,  antique,  31. 

Scroll  of  fame,  112. 

Sea,  boundless,  148.  . 

Seabrook,  N.II.,  365. 

Sea,  lashed,  35,  79. 

Searsport,  405. 

Second  Parish  Church,  366,  406. 

Secretary  of  State,  352. 

Secrets,  neighbors',  284. 

Self-esteem,  179. 

Self-inflated,  191. 

Selfishness,  50. 

Self-love,  22. 

Self,  our  dear,  36. 

Self-respect,  79. 

Belf-will  and  tyranny,  195. 

Self-willed  and  vain,  45. 

Selkirk,  Alexander,  43,  371. 

Senate  Elall,  62. 

Sense,  lack  of,  63,  135. 

Sermons  on  war,  407. 

Seventy-Six,  339. 

Sewall,  Harriet,  273,  498. 

Sewall,  .Totham,  196,  333,  410,  448. 

Sewall,  Samuel  E.,  498. 

Sewall,  William  B.,  214,  440,  458. 

Shakespeare,  Ode,  393. 

Shakespearean  beauties,  103. 

Shakespeare,  William,  240,  446. 

Sham,  age  of,  214. 

Shame  and  woe,  57. 

Shaw,  Daniel,  483. 

Shaw,  Thomas,  483. 

Shaw,  Justice,  426. 

Sheafe,  William,  56,  379. 

Sheldon,  Nathan  W.,  410. 

Shelf,  leaning  on,  62. 

Shcpanl,  Elizabeth,  438,  439. 

Shepard,  Joseph,  426. 

Sbepard,  Lewis,  438. 

Shepard,  Ma'am,  174. 

Shepard,  Old  Massa,  153. 


Shepard,  Rushworth,  175,  439. 
Shepley,  Bavid,  410. 
Sherburne,  Judge,  373. 
Shibboleth,  18. 

Shillaber,  Benjamin  P.,  31,  359. 
Shirley,  Arthur,  122,  396,  403,  414, 

415,  466,  470. 
Showers,  summer,  66. 
Shurtlcflf,  Kathaniel  B.,  115,  401. 
Sibley,  John  L.,  13,  162,  332. 
Sibley,  Solomon,  431. 
Sign,  creaking,  292. 
Sigourney,  Charles,  488. 
Sigourney,  Lydia  11.,  260,  488,  489. 
Simpleton,  haughty,  22. 
Simplicity  and  truth,  24. 
Sincerity  and  love,  203. 
Singer,  Walter,  488. 
Sin,  haunts  of,  39. 
Sin,  paths  of,  110. 
Sin's  blighting  touch,  49. 
Sin,  whirl  of,  43. 
Skies,  welcome,  39. 
Skillings,  Louisa,  411. 
Skin,  dark,  61. 
Skins,  purer  white,  61. 
Sky,  starlit,  80. 
Slander,  131,  207,  272. 
Slanderer's  tongue,  207. 
Sleds,  ponderous,  128. 
Sleep,  wakes  from,  63. 
Sloven,  167. 
Sluggard's  door,  122. 
Small,  Nathaniel,  144,  422. 
Smart  and  shrewd,  124. 
Smile,  a,  88. 
Smith,  Elizabeth  Cakes,  262,  397, 

403,  490. 
Smith,  Francis  O.  J.,  100,  386. 
Smith,  Isaac,  479. 
Smith,  Joseph,  155,  427. 
Smith,  Samuel  IL,  229,  471. 
Smith,  Seba,  108,  396,  491. 
Smith,  Thomas,  362. 
Smoke,  poisonous,  219. 
Sneak,  guilty,  78. 
Snell,  Thomas,  408. 
Sniveller,  pious,  76. 
Snobs  and  knaves,  24. 
Snob,  perfect,  23. 
Society  of  Cincinnati,  353. 
Soldiers,  171. 
Somerset  Street,  352. 
Somcrville,  Mass.,  399,  400,  446. 
Song,  artless,  137. 
Song,  child  of,  302. 
Son,  graceless,  53. 
Sorrow  and  despair,  54. 
Sorrow  and  distress,  26,  39. 
Sorrow,  cheering,  41. 
Soule,  Charles,  331. 
Soul,  midnight  of,  59. 


XXll 


INDEX. 


Soul,  noble,  58. 

Souls,  deluded,  308. 

Soul,  vicious,  42. 

Southborough,  331. 

Southgate,  Horatio,  466. 

Southgate,  AVni.  8.,  413. 

South  Hadley,  Mass.,  472. 

South  Paris,  Me.,  337. 

Spain,  364. 

Sparkling  bowl,  43. 

Speaking  of  himself,  62. 

Speech  or  song,  24. 

Speech,  pleasant,  42. 

Spelling-book  and  slate,  55. 

Spiders,  168. 

Spinning-jenny,  264. 

Spirit,  a  craven,  154,  165. 

Spirit,  genial,  275. 

Spirit  of  the  Pilgrims,  408. 

Spirit  of  the  Times,  336. 

Spirit,  rebellious,  65. 

Sports,  aquatic,  77. 

Spotless  life,  247. 

Sprague,  Charles,  103,  393. 

Sprague,  William  B.,  351. 

Spread,  aim  to,  307. 

Springfield,  Maiss.,  441. 

Springville,  N.Y.,  345. 

Sprouts,  brainless,  23. 

Spurgeon,  Charles  H.,  61,  381. 

Spurwlnk,  171,  436. 

Spurwink  River,  413. 

Squad,  listening,  62. 

Squeaking  fife,  43. 

Squcamishness,  295. 

Squirrel,  a,  311. 

Stackpole,  Charles  A.,  42,  356,  370. 

Stackpole,  David,  479. 

Staff,  criticising.  67. 

Staff',  with  his,  57. 

Stamford,  Conn.,  363. 

Standish,  Me.,  483. 

Staples,  Carroll,  466. 

Stapleton,  England,  495. 

Star,  brilliant,  63. 

Stars  of  promise,  57. 

Staten  Island,  354. 

Stearns,  President,  449. 

Stebbins,  Isaac,  36,  363. 

Steele,  Eben,  123,  415,  479. 

Steele,  Richard,  249. 

Stepping  heavenward,  349. 

Sterling,  Mass.,  477. 

Stevens,   Ebenozer  C.,  466. 

Stevens,  Jeremiah,  479. 

Stevens,  Lucy,  431. 

Sticks,  crooked,  127,  246. 

Stockbridge,  Vt.,  345. 

Stockholm,  Sweden,  487. 

Stone,  Andrew  L.,  34,  361. 

Stone,  Colonel,  331. 

Stone,  Samuel,  410. 


Stones  and  turf,  57. 
Stone,  Thomas  T.,  407,  493. 
Storer,  Bellamy,  348. 
Storcr,  Woodbury,  348,  466. 
Stores  to  rent,  212. 
Story,  Judge,  384. 
Stow,  Mass.,  332. 
St.  Paul's  Church,  427. 
St.  Petersburg,  424. 
Strains,  panegyric,  215. 
Stratford,  Conn.,  362. 
Strauss,  Johann,  64,  359. 
Strawberries,  311. 
Street,  public,  77. 
Street  Thoughts,  355. 
Strength,  manhood's,  162. 
Strong,  E.  E.,  389. 
Stroud,  George  M.,  408. 
Stroudsburg,  Penn.,  408. 
Stuart,  Jonathan,  440. 
Studious,  62. 
Stump,  behind  the,  57. 
Stump,  pitchy,  142. 
Sturdivant,  Cyrus,  207,  455. 
Subscription  list,  i314. 
Success,  wonderful,  20. 
Sumner,  Charles,  42,  191,  370. 
Sun  of  righteousness,  40. 
Sun's  oblique  rays,  62. 
Superstition's  night,  66. 
Surety,  our,  208. 
Surges,  angry,  218. 
Sutton,  Mass.,  431. 
Swanville,  Me.,  372. 
Swan,  William,  479. 
Sword,  the,  353. 
Sympathy,  50,  60,  151,  288. 

Tahiti,  297. 
Tappan,  Arthur,  336. 
Tapisan,  Benjamin,  410. 
Tarbox,  Increase  N.,  195,  447. 
Tar,  simple,  43. 
Taste,  uncorrupted,  203. 
Taunton,  Mass.,  374. 
T.aylor,  General,  387. 
Tea,  less  strong,  72. 
Temper,  289,  290. 
Temperance  Sermon,  352. 
Temper,  even,  56. 
Temper,  obstinate,  120. 
Temper,  sunny,  201. 
Temper,  violent,  290. 
'I'cnnev,  Alonzo  C.,  52,  376. 
Thanatopsis,  240. 
Third  Church,  333,  379,  466,  467. 
'I'hirsty  fields,  36. 
TliiwIli'S,  312. 

Thomas,  Beiij.amin  F.,  230,  472. 
Tliomas,  Edward  II.,  497. 
Thomas,  Elias,  495. 
Thomas,  Elizabeth,  270,  495. 


INDEX 


XXIU 


Thomas,  George  A.,  64,  382,  497. 
Thomas,  Isaiah,  472. 
Thomas,  Josiah  Lord,  496. 
Thomastoii,  Me.,  353. 
Thomas,  William  W.,  497. 
Thompson,  EJwin,  37,  365. 
Thomson,  Jaines,  240. 
Thorburn,  Grant,  351. 
Thoreau,  Henry  D.,  21,  338. 
Thornton,  Eliza,  410. 
Thoughtful  and  studious,  30. 
Thouglit,  brilliant,  70. 
Thought,  burdened  with,  42. 
Thought,  curious,  102. 
Thought,  dreamy,  83. 
Thought,  golden,  58. 
Thought,  jjublic,  40. 
Throng,  blood-bought,  35; 
Tlirong,  convivial,  129. 
Thurston,  David,  410. 
Thurston,  Father,  408. 
Thurston,  Btephen,  405. 
Time,  64. 

Titcomb,  ITcnry,  430. 
Titcorab's  Wharf,  156,  430. 
Tobacco,  72. 
Tobacco-juice,  167, 
Tobacco-smoke,  60,  80. 
Todd,  Thomas,  137,  399,  420,  443, 

479. 
Tolland,  Mass.,  418. 
Tongue,  a  tattling,  264. 
Tongue,  clattering,  76. 
Tongue,  heedless,  57. 
Tongue,  rattling,  286. 
Tongues,  glib,  63. 
Tongue,  slippery,  124. 
Tongue,  strijiling's,  92. 
Top,  to  spin,  56. 
Torrlngford,  Conn.,  360. 
Tower,  old  ruined,  240. 
Trader's  Bank,  392,  467. 
Trailing  arbutus,  492. 
Tramp,  literary,  68. 
Trask,  William  B.,  225,  469. 
Treasury  Board,  315. 
Trees,  57,  103,  164,  227,  311. 
Trickster,  snivelling,  148. 
Trifles,  84,  85,  88. 
Trinity,  Newfoundland,  389. 
Tropes  and  figures,  134. 
Trouble,  get  into,  77. 
Trowbridge,  England,  472. 
Truth,  a  friend  to,  41. 
Truth  and  virtue,  29,  39,  88,  109, 

161. 
Truth,  earnest  words  of,  40. 
Truth,  exhaustless,  05. 
Trutli,  in  array  with,  51. 
Truth,  scatter,  20. 
Trutli,  seeds  of,  110. 
Tucks  and  flounces,  296. 


Tufts  College,  382,  482. 
Tufts,  Henry,  110,  398. 
Tukey,  Rufus,  205,  453. 
Tukey's  Bridge,  437. 
Tukey,  William,  184,  442. 
Turkey,  364. 
Turks,  abominable,  81. 
Turner,  Sidney,  410,  443. 
Turnout,  fine,  94. 
Tyler,  Bennet,  334,  410. 
Tyrant,  a,  134. 
Twelve  Discourses,  355. 

Umpire,  Daily,  388,  403. 

Union  bond,  312. 

Union  College,  469,  480. 

Union  Hall,  250,  347,  486. 

Union,  Me.,  332. 

Unique,  the,  88. 

Union  Street,  339. 

Universal   Emancipation,   Genius 

of,  366. 
Universe,  the,  80. 
University,  Vermont,  478. 
Upham,  England,  383. 
Upham,  Thomas  C,  140,  410,  421, 

480. 
Upright,  stand,  217. 
Upstartisli,  123. 
Utopian  schemes,  88. 

Vacant  Minds,  55. 

Vacation,  41. 

Vale  and  hill,  31. 

Vale  and  sea,  38. 

Valo  of  death,  66. 

Valleys  ring,  141. 

Van  Buren,  Martin,  .387. 

Vassalborougb,  Me.,  408. 

Vault,  golden,  123. 

Venom,  his,  47. 

Vessels,  launc)ied  their,  77. 

Vex  and  tease,  23. 

Vice,  15,  70,  105,  168. 

Vice  and  crime,  125. 

Vice  and  pride,  300. 

Vice,  filthy,  61. 

Vicious  games,  78. 

Victor's  songs,  .35,  42. 

View  of  Congregationalism,  449. 

Views,  morbid,  92. 

Vile  epithets,  55. 

Village  green,  36. 

Village,  tlie,  309. 

Villain,  ynuiig,  188. 

Vines,  creeiiing,  312. 

Virgil,  348. 

Virtue,  19,  39,  03,  64,  70,   75,  165, 

285. 
Virtue  and  integrity,  111. 
Virtue  and  love,  IJO. 
Virtue,  golden,  301. 


XXIV 


INDEX . 


Virtue,  prize  of,  63. 
Virtue's  child,  256. 
Virtue's  name,  209. 
Virtue's  path,  28. 
Virtue's  shrine,  231,  259. 
Virtue's  side,  36. 
Voice,  musical,  64. 
Voices,  doleful,  114. 
Voluble  and  smart,  90. 
Volumes,  antique,  36. 
Volunteer,  the,  419. 
Voluptuous  music,  87. 
Vote,  one  solitary,  107. 
Vulgar  train,  37. 

Waite,  John,  374. 

Wakefield,  860. 

Walden  Pond,  338. 

Waldoborough,  Me.,  389. 

Waldorf,  Germany,  371. 

Walker,  Joseph,  410. 

Walls,  dingy,  313. 

Walnut  Avenue  Church,  334. 

AValpole,  Mass.,  419. 

Waltham,  Mass.,  389. 

Walton,  Mark,  468. 

Walton,  John  T.,  224,  457,  468. 

Wanderer,  39. 

Wandering  recollections,  342. 

Want,  sons  of,  303. 

Warren,  Joseph,  43,  357,  372. 

Warren,  Me.,  449. 

Warsaw,  N.Y.,  345. 

Washburn,  Israel,  14,  335. 

Washington  College,  412. 

Washington,  George,  86,  335,  358, 

370,  383,  390,  396,  405,  461. 
Washington  Street,  377. 
Waste,  dreary,  292. 
Waste,  trembling,  130. 
Waterfall,  309. 
Watcrford,  Me.,  407,  478. 
Waterhou.sc,  Israel,  40i). 
Waterman,  Thomas,  103,  392. 
Waters,  gliding,  66. 
Waterston,  Uobert  C,  248,  484. 
Watervillc   College,   334,  353,   399, 

472. 
Watervillo,  Me.,  408,  471. 
Watt,  James,  28,  355. 
Watts,  Isaac,  392,  462,  488. 
Waugii,  Alexander,  25,  350. 
Wayland,  Mass.,  484. 
Wayne,  Me.,  427. 
Wayward  and  fickle,  37. 
Weald  of  Kent,  475. 
Wealth  or  worth,  125. 
Wealth  uiitold,  6.5. 
Web  of  many  fancies,  3.59. 
Webster,  Daniel,  358,  4S6. 
Webster,  libenezer,  216,  459,  479. 
Webster,  Kliphalct,  479. 


Weed,  a  filthy,  136,  204. 
Weed,  nauseous,  47,  61. 
Weed,  poisonous,  199. 
Weed,  Samuel,  151,  426. 
Wells,  Me.,  476. 
Welwyn,  383. 
West  Bridgewater,  400. 
Westbrook,  Me.,  379,  389,  435,  465. 
West  Church,  Boston,  386. 
Western  States,  360. 
Westfield  Academy,  333. 
West  India  Islands,  416. 
Westminster  Abbey,  383, 
West,  Nathan,  175,  439. 
Weston,  Isaac,  406. 
West,  the,  315. 
Wheelock,  President,  461. 
Whelp,  the  precious,  91. 
Whipper-snapper,  a,  67. 
Whitefield,  George,  80,  383. 
Whiting,  John,  499. 
Whitman,  Ezekiel,  423. 
Whittemore,  Thomas,  27,  353. 
Whittier,    John    G.,  38,  240,  341, 

367,  498. 
Whittier,  Matthew  F.,  403. 
AVidgery,  William,  495. 
Widow,  wrong  the,  211. 
Wigglesworth,  Michael,  338. 
Wight,  graceless,  211. 
Wight,  pert  young,  81. 
Wild  outcast,  38. 
Wilkins  and  Carter,  469. 
Williamsburg,  Mass.,  445. 
Williams  College,  360. 
AVillis,  Benjamin,  339. 
Willis,  Nathaniel,  402. 
Willis,  Nathaniel  P.,  402. 
Willis,  William,  112,  400. 
Willow  tree,  spreading,  62. 
Wilmot  Street,   59,   360,   378,  379, 

443,  445. 
Wilson,  Henry,  42,  369. 
Wily  tricks,  124. 
Wincli,  64. 

Winch  and  Strauss,  383. 
Windham,  Me.,  335,  443,  499. 
AVindow-glass,  125. 
Wine  cup,  fatal,  130. 
Wings,  seraph,  320. 
Wings,  sombre,  113. 
Winnisimmet,  11. 
"W'innisimmet    Church,    334,    335, 

351,  373. 
Winslow,  Me.,  408. 
AV'inslow,  Myron,  487. 
Winslow,  Nathan.  367,  498, 
Winter's  night,  wail  of,  11'2. 
AVinthrop,  Me.,  399. 
Winthrop's  New  England,  457. 
Wisconsin,  Western,  345. 
Wisdom,  21,  218. 


INDEX . 


XXV 


Wisdom  and  strength,  38. 
Wisdom's  mite,  211. 
Wisdom,  no  taste  for,  45. 
Wisdom's  way,  222. 
Wise,  wondrous,  44. 
Witliington,  William,  216,  459. 
Wit,  vulgar,  108. 
Woburn,  Mass.,  371. 
Wolcott,  Conn.,  418. 
Woman,  grim  old,  118. 
Woodlawn  Cemetery,  488. 
Woods,  Dr.,  486. 
Woodstock,  Vt.,  358. 
Wood,  William,  479. 
Woolson,  Abby  G.,  273,  499. 
Woolsthorpo,  England,  383. 
Worcester,   Mass.,  369,   447,    472, 

480. 
Word,  disregards  his,  22. 
Word,  flattering,  284. 
Word,  God's,  65. 
Word  in  season,  377. 
Word,  pleasant,  54,  66. 
Words,  cunning,  23. 
Words,  litly  spoken.  111. 
Words,  intl.ated,  179. 
Words,  kind,  124. 
Words  of  flame,  40. 
Words  of  love,  98. 
Words,  pompous,  52. 
Words,  profane,  49,  111. 
Words,  remembered,  183. 
Words,  scorpion,  100. 
Words,  sounding,  66. 
Words,  storm  of,  105. 
Words,  loving,  25. 
Words,  wordy,  75,  76. 
Word  to  comfort,  39. 
Word,  unfriendly,  62. 


Work,  humble,  71. 
Work  of  merit,  46. 
Work,  unheralded,  71.  ' 

World's  applause,  135. 
Worms,  crawling,  304. 
Worthington,  Mass.,  409. 
Worth,  modest,  47. 
Worth,  noble,  32. 
Wrenthara,  Mass.,  408,  419. 
Wrong,  heel  of,  64. 
Wrong,  path  of,  213. 
Wretch,  debased,  34. 
Wretcli,  ungrateful,  182. 
Wretch,  venal,  68. 

Tale  College,  334,  350,  351,  389, 

396,  409,  447. 
Yankee,  189,  345,  413. 
Yankee  common  sense,  76. 
Yankee,  the,  116,  403. 
Years,  halcyon,  329- 
Years,  ten  or  fifty,  327. 
Year,  the,  notices  of,  501. 
Yeaton,  Franklin,  410. 
York,  Me.,  448,  458. 
Yorkshire,  England,  371. 
Young,  Edward,  80,  136,  383. 
Young  genius,  33. 
Youth,  diligent,  63. 
Youth,  fire  of,  65. 
Youth's  I'rimer,  405. 

Zeal,  Christian,  65,  255,  294. 

Zeal,  earnest,  64. 

Zeal,  temperate,  220. 

Zion's  hill,  25,  209. 

Zion,  walls  of,  72,  97,  245. 

Zion's  wastes,  25. 

Zone,  torrid,  61. 


From  the  outskirts  of  the  town, 
.     Where  of  old  the  mile-stone  stood, 
Now  a  stranger,  looliiiig  down, 
I  behold  the  shadowy  crown 
Of  the  darlj  and  haunted  wood. 

Is  it  changed,  or  am  I  changed? 

Ah,  the  oaks  are  fresh  and  green, 
But  the  friends  with  whom  I  ranged 
Through  their  thickets  are  estranged 

By  the  years  that  intervene. 

Briglit  as  ever  flows  the  sea, 

Bright  as  ever  shines  tlie  sun, 
But,  alas!  they  seem  to  me 
Not  the  sun  tliat  used  to  be, 

Not  the  tides  that  used  to  run. 

Henry  W.  Longfellow. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT. 


Giants  are  on  the  Deep !    Colossal  men ! 

Wliose  very  shadows  are  substantial  things. 

That  work  achievements  in  a  noiseless  way, 

Astonishing  the  nations !     Wliile  tliey  move 

Like  stately  phantoms  o'er  a  silent  sea. 

And  stir  the  heart  of  boyhood  in  its  bloom. 

Shadows  no  more  —  projections  of  the  I'ast. 

Earnest  and  faithful,  generous  men,  are  tlicy. 

Who  look  on  Death  unmoved,  through  every  change, 

And  grapple  with  him  face  to  face,  and  breathe 

Tempestuous  brightness  from  another  world, 

As  they  were  born  to't  and  baptized  with  (lame : 

Unquailing  to  the  last,  they  bear  aloft 

A  starry  banner  droijped  with  golden  fire. 

John  Neal. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT. 


THE  SCHOOL  IS  OUT !     I  love  to  see 
The  happy  children  skip  and  run  — 
So  full  of  bright  activity, 

Sly  jokes,  and  pleasantry,  and  fun. 
They  leap  —  they  jump — shout  loud  and  long, 

And  make  the  welkin  riug  again, 
As  if  a  new  creation's  song 

Had  burst  o'er  Winuisinnnet  Plain. 

It  gives  my  heart  a  rare  delight 

To  gaze  upon  each  sunny  face  — 
The  tranquil  brow  —  eyes  sweetly  bright, 

Where  Sorrow  leaves  no  fearful  trace. 
I  love  to  catch  the  young  idea, 

And  listen  to  the  music-voice  — 
The  pleasant  song  or  shout  to  hear  : 

These  make  the  care-worn  heart  rejoice. 

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12  SCHOOL    IS    OUT. 

So  happy  are  ye,  would  that  Time 

Could  liuo^er  in  his  eao^le-flio-ht, 
And  that  for  years  life's  glorious  prime 

May  never  know  a  tinge  of  blight ;  — 
That  stars  and  suns  may  round  you  shine, 

With  not  a  cloud  to  dim  your  way, 
And,  guided  by  a  hand  Divine, 

Your  feet  will  never  go  astray. 

We  know  not,  children,  what  may  be 

Your  destiny  in  future  years  ; 
When  virtue  in  the  heart  we  see. 

We  banish  all  our  trembling  fears. 
You  are  to  make  or  guard  our  laws, 

Or  on  the  walls  of  Zion  stand  ; 
Perhaps  may  plead  our  country's  caiise, 

Or  drive  Oppression  from  the  land. 

Ay,  soon  upon  the  stage  of  life. 

Sweet,  happy  children,  you  will  rise. 
To  mingle  in  its  care  and  strife. 

Or  early  find  the  peaceful  skies. 
Then  be  it  yo.urs,  while  you  pursue 

The  golden  moments,  quick  to  haste. 
Some  noble  work  of  love  to  do. 

Nor  suffer  one  bright  hour  to  waste  ! 

Some  loiter  by  the  way  in  sport  — 

They  chase  each  other  up  and  down 
Through  dusty  street  and  narrow  court, 

And  ring  out  music  through  the  to"svii ; 
And  some  o'er  verdant  })astures  roam, 

Or  pleasure  seek  along  the  shore. 
While  others,  hungry,  hie  them  home. 

And  seek  the  well-filled  pantry  door. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  13 

Ye  call  arc  happy.     Ah  !  my  clears. 

When  golden  clays  have  flown  away, 
And  sprinkled  through  the  coming  j^ears 

Of  middle  life  the  sober  gray, 
And  cares  have  fallen  on  your  path, 

And  hate,  that  slumbered  in  the  breast, 
Has  roused  the  man  to  open  wrath, 

And  you  are  fretted  or  oppressed  — 

How  will  you  sigh  for  times  like  these  — 

For  one  bright,  happy,  school-boy  day — 
For  one  soft,  gentle  summer  breeze. 

Amidst  your  golden  locks  to  play  ; 
For  one  dear  mother's  lip  to  press 

Your  upturned  cheek  w^hen  sport  is  o'er, 
A  sister's  loving,  fond  caress,     " 

A  father's  welcome  at  the  door  ! 

Ah  !  w^ho  can  tell  what  each  may  be, 

When  all  have  groAvn  to  sturcly  men  ? 
Methinks  in  every  child  I  see 

Some  active,  honest  citizen. 
Come  here,  my  lad  !     Your  looks  betray 

A  heart  sincere,  and  kind,  and  true  ; 
What  will  you  be  ?    Another  Fay  ?  ^ 

A  Cutter,^  Sibley,''  or  a  Drew?* 

And  you  so  cunning,  yet  upright, 

A  Christian  pastor  may  become  — 
A  Nichols,'  Jenkins,®  or  a  D wight,' 

An  earnest,  sympathizing  Plibib.^ 
Sweet,  pleasant  child,  with  merry  looks. 

Whose  buoyant  hopes  were  never  crossed. 
In  you  I  see  the  inincl  of  Brooks," 

The  public  spirit  of  a  Frost.*** 


14  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He  who  the  words  of  kindness  speaks 

When  those  about  him  are  severe  — 
The  real  good  of  others  seeks, 

And  strives  to  animate  and  cheer  — 
Is  cherished  hy  the  okl  and  }'oung, 

Who  love  to  catch  his  radiant  smile, 
And  listen  to  the  artless  sons: 

Poured  from  a  heart  all  free  from  irnile 


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Where'er  he  goes  he's  sure  to  be 

The  favorite  of  the  good  and  great ; 
They  seek  his  pleasant  company, 

His  mandate  with  delight  they  wait. 
Such  is  the  glorj^  everywhere 

Of  generous  thoughts  and  actions  kind  ; 
If  thou  would' st  heavenly  favor  share, 

Be  good  —  the  blessing  thou  wilt  find. 

That  dignified  and  portly  youth 

Will  in  the  future  make  his  mark ; 
Brave  and  high-minded,  now,  in  sooth, 

I  see  the  glimmering  of  a  spark 
Which,  erelong  lighted  to  a  flame. 

Will  make  a  merchant  nobly  wise, 
And  give  to  him  exalted  fame, 

Assisting  modest  virtue  rise. 

Perhaps  in  Legislative  halls. 

Among  the  honored  he  may  stand, 
And  when  his  bleeding  country  calls, 

Respond,  with  ready  heart  and  hand. 
Her  name  and  honor  to  defend  ; 

Or  he  a  Washburn's"  seat  may  fill, 
Or,  like  a  patriot  Andrew, ^'^  send 

Words  that  a  million  hearts  shall  thrill. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  15 

The  lad  who  thinks  it  is  a  mark 

Of  manliness  to  take  a  pipe, 
And  strut  about  when  it  is  dark, 

Will  rot,  I  fear,  before  he's  ripe. 
The  fumes  he  carries  where  he  goes. 

Will  make  his  company  unsought ; 
There's  not  a  Miss  his  habit  knows 

Who  would  not  shuu  him  —  as  she  ought. 


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I  often  marvel  why  a  boy 

Should  imitate  the  men  who  chew. 
And  smoke,  and  spit,  and  thus  annoy 

Their  cleanly  friends,  as  many  do. 
What  glory  can  there  be,  I  pray. 

With  dirty  chin  and  tainted  breath? 
Black  teeth  that  hasten  to  decay  ? 

A  skeleton  that  looks  like  death? 

The  youth  indignant  at  the  slight 

Cast  on  his  mate  of  sable  hue  — 
And  words  of  kindness  gives,  in  spite 

Of  hisses  and  a  loud  halloo  — 
And  takes  him  to  his  care  as  one 

Who  loves  his  Master  and  his  cause. 
Will  rise  a  valiant  Garrison,^* 

To  gain,  at  last,  the  world's  applause. 

With  fearless  truth  upon  thy  brow, 

I  know  thou  never  canst  deceive  ; 
Sin  may  approach,  and  Vice  may  bow. 

And  glittering  nets  of  falsehood  weave  ; 
But  all  in  vain,  O  faithful  child  ! 

Thy  nol)le  heart  is  pure  as  when 
It  came  from  God  :  as  undcfiled 

May  it  return  to  him  again  ! 


16  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  child  who  mutilates  a  fly, 

And  tears  away  his  slender  wings, 
Throws  stones  at  beasts  that  pass  him  by, 

And  misery  and  sorrow  brings 
On  creatures  God  in  wisdom  made, 

May  be  a  wretch  whom  all  despise, 
Who  will,  at  last,  himself  degrade, 

And  need  the  blessings  he  denies. 

Who  turns  aside  whene'er  he  sees 

The  feeblest  insect  in  alarm. 
Whom  acts  of  love  and  mercy  please, 

Will  throw  around  his  life  a  charm 
To  help  and  bless  where'er  he  goes  — 

The  favorite  of  the  great  and  good  — 
From  whose  warm  heart  of  kindness  flows 

A  stream  of  love  in  plenitude. 

That  precious  boy  Avho  runs  to  help 

A  comrade,  fallen  to  the  ground, 
Or  drive  away  the  barking  whelp 

That  frights  the  children  playing  round, 
Possesses  in  his  breast  a  germ 

To  flower  in  love  and  beauty  hence  ; 
Friend  of  the  friendless  and  inflrm, 

A  paragon  of  excellence. 

Who  labors  to  improve  the  hours 

That  fly  so  rapidly  away. 
To  expand  his  intellectual  powers. 

And  grow  in  knowledge  day  by  day. 
Though  nursed  in  poverty,  may  yet 

Within  the  Church  conspicuous  stand ; 
Perhaps  the  virtues  of  a  Brett  ^* 

May  be,  erelong,  at  his  command. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  17 

The  child  who  from  his  earliest  days 

Has  his  own  vast  importance  felt, 
And  in  his  sports  —  in  all  he  says  — 

One  might  be  led  to  think  he  dwelt 
In  a  superior  world  to  this, 

Where  men  are  cast  in  perfect  moulds, 
And  where  it  shades  ecstatic  bliss, 

If  one  a  friendly  converse  holds  ;  — 

What  will  he  be  ?     I  sometimes  think 

He'll  make  an  editor  self-wise, 
At  public  crime  and  vice  to  wink. 

And  laud  dull  authors  to  the  skies ; 
Because,  forsooth,  upon  the  wave 

Of  popular  applause  they  ride, 
Or  over  institutions  grave. 

With  solemn  dignity  preside. 

The  Press  !  —  too  often  in  control 

Of  men  who  seek  applause  or  gain, 
Who'll  crush  the  truth,  and  dwarf  the  soul, 

Wealth  to  possess  or  power  attain. 
And  the  religious  Press  !  —  ah  me  ! 

How  hollow  and  pretentious  grown  ! 
How  many  an  essay  seems  to  be 

As  heartless  as  the  flinty  stone  ! 

The  editors  too  often  write 

A  column  and  a  half,  to  prove 
That  light  is  darkness  —  black  is  white  — 

Or  that  the  earth  does  really  move. 
"Be  brief!  "  is  their  eternal  cry 

To  correspondents,  while  they  take 
A  thousand  ems  to  gloss  a  lie, 

Or  some  young  author's  bantling  rako. 
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18  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Your  words  and  letters  you  must  count, 

And  occupy  a  trifling  space, 
While  We  no  matter  what  amount  .... 

Can  run  a  supercilious  race 
Through  columns,  if  we  please.     And  so 

Inflated  words  and  paragraphs 
Talents  and  genius  overgrow. 

While  Folly  shakes  her  head  and  laughs. 

A  preacher  is  denounced,  or  peeled 

Within  an  inch  or  two  of  death, 
Because  he  takes  an  open  Held, 

And  wont  pronounce  the  Shibboleth  ; 
Perhaps  upon  his  honored  name 

Has  been  conferred  no  proud  degree  ; 
To  justice  he  must  lay  no  claim, 

Without  the  requisite  D.D. — 

Can  they  who  cowl  and  surplice  wear 

Know  aught  of  true  discipleship  ? 
Can  they  who  read  the  forms  of  prayer 

Devotion  breathe  from  heart  and  lip  ? 
Where  is  the  proof  that  sinners  love 

The  Lord,  who  left  the  skies  to  save, 
Unless  they  real  saintship  prove, 

By  following  him  beneath  the  wave  ?  — 

And  what  a  mockery  to  call 

Men  the  discipk'S  of  the  Lord, 
And  place  them  at  the  outer  Avail, 

While  they  sit  round  the  sacred  board  I 
Christ's  real  chiklren  shoukl  i)artake 

The  emblems  of  his  love  divine  ; 
Whoe'er  are  his,  for  Jesus'  sake. 

Let  them  enjoy  the  outward  sign  ! 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  19 

Is  such  the  Christian  Press  ?     Controlled 

In  many  instances,  I  fear, 
By  men  -svhose  love  of  sect  or  gold 

Makes  non-essential  rites  appear 
Barriers,  which  close  the  welcome  skies. 

While  fervent  zeal  and  Christian  grace, 
Which  truly  make  the  sinner  wise, 

Find  but  a  secondary  place. 

The  Christian  Press  !  —  may  it  be  pure 

From  every  stigma,  every  stain  — 
And  by  a  steadfast  course  allure 

To  virtue,  and  from  vice  restrain. 
May  not  a  sentence  see  the  light 

That  ever  dark  suspicion  throAVS 
Upon  a  soul  that  seeks  the  right. 

By  Avhatsoever  path  he  goes  ! 

Rise  !    Christian  Press  !  regenerate,  rise  ! 

From  love  of  power,  from  sordid  pelf; 
Spread  healthy  thoughts  and  precepts  wise  ; 

Speak  less  of  thy  important  self. 
From  a  low,  cunning,  servile  spleen, 

Break,  as  with  energy  divine, 
That  Truth,  with  dignity  serene, 

May  in  her  splendor  round  thee  shine  ; 

When  Error,  rampant  in  the  land, 

Its  vengeance  on  the  soul  would  wreak, 
With  Virtue  take  a  noble  stand. 

And  in  loud  tones  of  thunder  speak ; 
But  Avhen  a  humljle  saint  is  tried. 

Upon  his  efforts  do  not  frown  ; 
His  sins  and  follies  strive  to  hide, 

And  lift  him  up  —  not  crush  him  down. 


20  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

If  innocently  erring,  bring 

Thy  reasoning  powers  with  love  to  bear 
Upon  his  mind  —  not  words  that  sting, 

And  flesh  and  blood  asunder  tear. 
The  power  is  thine  to  save  or  kill, 

To  scatter  truth,  or  foster  evil, 
The  land  with  fruits  of  love  to  fill, 

Or  send  it  greeting  to  the  devil. 

Big  Tim,  w^ho  makes  so  much  display 

In  telling  what  he  thinks  he  knows. 
In  school  or  out,  must  have  his  say, 

And  every  week  more  pompous  grows. 
Will,  if  he  lives,  inflated  be, 

Whate'er  his  business  or  pursuit, 
And  let  creation  know  that  he 

A  marvel  is  —  from  cap  to  boot. 

If  he's  a  trader,  he  must  fill 

Tlie  columns  of  the  daily  press 
With  ramping  notices,  that  will 

Blaze  forth  his  wonderful  success  ; 
His  goods  are  cheapest,  finest,  best, 

In  latest  fashionable  trim  ;  — 
The  public  with  this  truth  may  rest. 

No  merchant  can  compete  with  him. 

If  he's  a  minister,  he  plays 

Fantastic  tricks  before  his  flock  ; 
And  to  his  people  sometimes  praj'S, 

But  oft   as  to  a  stolid  rock. 
His  eloquence,  Avhen  so  severe. 

Your  pity  moves,  and  then  you  laugh. 
He  thunders  —  now  you  scarce  can  hear  — 

He  is  by  turns  an  ape  or  calf. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  21 

You'd  think  all  languages  he  knew  — 

The  deep  and  occult  sciences  — 
The  false  in  doctrine,  and  the  true, 

The  place  of  hell,  and  where  heaven  is. 
A  silly,  weak,  bombastic  fool. 

Whose  impudence  unbounded  takes 
"With  many  a  dunce  in  Folly's  school. 

While  the  large  heart  of  Wisdom  aches. 

The  bashful  child,  who  loves  to  hear 

The  stories  of  the  Pilgrims  told  — 
Whose  varied  hardships  draw  a  tear 

He  struggles  but  in  vain  to  hold  — 
Will,  if  his  heart  is  kept  aloof 

From  tales  which  idle  gossips  glean. 
The  truth  of  which  there  is  no  proof. 

Walk  in  the  steps  of  Drake  or  Dean.^'' 

The  boy  forever  on  the  move. 

With  not  a  moment's  time  to  waste. 
Who  will  among  the  mountains  rove, 

And  the  fresh  airs  of  morning  taste, 
May  be  a  Thokeau  ^^  —  Nature's  child  — 

Secluded  from  the  bustling  throng. 
His  home  the  lake  —  the  forest  Avild  — 

His  friends  the  brutes  and  birds  of  song. 


C3' 


The  vicious  lad,  who  slyly  tears 

The  books  that  to  his  friends  belong. 
Is  bold  with  his  important  airs, 

To  make  you  think  his  virtue  strong. 
And  never  blushes  when  detected 

In  faults  he  lies  in  vain  to  hide. 
Will  seal  his  doom,  when  least  expected - 

And  then  farewell  to  cherished  pride  ! 


22  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Like  many  a  wretch  iii  years  all  past, 

He  dreams  he  stands  upon  a  rock ; 
When  comes  the  first  untoward  blast, 

How  terrible  must  be  the  shock  ! 
He  finds,  too  late,  that  he  has  erred. 

Humility,  with  virtue  joined, 
Will  make  a  youth  regard  his  word  — 

Nor  leave  him  to  his  errors  blind. 

Who  sees  but  little' to  approve, 

However  worthy,  in  the  throng 
Of  fellow-pupils  ;  whose  self-love 

Makes  him  in  fancied  virtue  strong, 
Presumes,  in  all  his  words  and  acts. 

That  he  is  tinged  with  finer  blood ; 
The  noble  quality  who  lacks 

That  lifts  the  generous  and  the  good  — 

Will  grow  a  haughty  simpleton. 

Commanding  no  respect  from  man  — 
Despised ,  forsaken  —  loved  by  none  — 

For  all  are  placed  beneath  his  ban. 
What  is  he  good  for  ?     Who  can  tell. 

But  mutual-admiration  curs, 
Who  help  the  sea  of  froth  to  swell, 

And  tickle  foolish  editors  ? 

Who  disregards  his  word,  and  strives 

His  friends  and  parents  to  deceive. 
And  in  a  thousand  ways  contrives 

To  wrong  —  no  matter  who  may  grieve 
Will  run,  at  length,  the  round  of  crime, 

And  many  a  mean  vile  action  do. 
To  be  as  hateful,  in  his  time. 

As  one  to  self  and  Satan  true  ; 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  23 

Should  I  mifold  his  actions  now, 

'Twould  wake  a  feeling  of  disgust ; 
With  a  bland  smile  upon  his  brow, 

And  cunning  words,  in  him  you  trust. 
When  he  has  wound  himself  aljout 

Your  faithful  heart,  you  feel  the  proof 
Of  base  ingratitude  ooze  out. 

And  see,  too  late,  the  cloven  hoof." 

There's  one  who  loves  the  silly  ways 

Of  brainless  sprouts  and  foolish  fops. 
Whose  shallow  mind,  with  vacant  gaze. 

Is  seen  in  every  word  that  drops. 
His  future  course  will  Folly  shape. 

And  life  of  all  its  blessings  rob, 
And  turn  him  out  a  harmless  ape. 

Or,  what  is  worse,  a  perfect  snob. 

Who  takes  delight  to  vex  and  tease. 

And  call  his  friends  provoking  names. 
Who  will  their  hoops  and  marbles  seize. 

And  break  up  all  their  pleasant  games, 
May,  as  his  years  increase,  become 

The  plague  and  terror  of  the  school ; 
Perhaps  will  join  in  league  with  lium. 

At  last  to  perish  like  the  fool. 

There's  one  quick  as  a  flash  to  strike, 

If  questioned  his  integrity  ; 
In  Pinkney's  son,  or  Irish  Mike, 

There  can  to  him  no  diticrencc  be. 
If  they  are  impudent,  they  feel 

His  powerful  arm  or  scorching  tongue  ; 
He'll  be  the  countori)art  of  Neal,''* 

And  battle  Ijravcly  with  the  wrong. 


24  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He'll  fire  the  timid,  and  assist 

The  humble  as  they  strive  to  rise ; 
But  play  the  fool,  you'll  feel  his  fist  — 

See  daggers  leaping  from  his  eyes. 
A  giant  heart  is  his  to  all 

Who  speak  the  truth  and  love  the  right, 
But  sturdv  as  a  granite  wall. 

When  snobs  and  knaves  would  snarl  and  bite. 

Kind  to  a  fault,  O  sterling  boy  ! 

The  future  has  in  store  for  thee 
What  no  reverses  can  destroy. 

In  thy  bright  honest  face  I  see 
Simplicity  and  truth,  combined 

With  love,  and  gentleness,  and  grace  — 
And,  crowning  all,  a  Christlike  mind  — 

To  take,  erelong,  a  Hammond's  ^^  place. 

The  stalworth  youth  who  seems  to  stand 

A  king  amid  the  jocund  throng, 
As  if  he  did  a  realm  command  — 

So  ready  with  a  speech  or  song  — 
May  on  a  central  tower  be  placed, 

A  listening  crowd  entranced  to  hold, 
And  with  a  fine  scholastic  taste. 

Be  fashioned  in  an  Eddy^"  mould. 

With  hal)its  neat,  with  language  chaste, 

The  gentle  child  Avith  serious  thought, 
For  boisterous  sports  can  have  no  taste ; 

Life  with  a  nobler  joy  is  fraught. 
AVith  studious  mates,  congenial  souls. 

He  sees  the  care  of  Heaven  displayed 
In  every  mighty  orb  that  rolls. 

And  in  the  smallest  atom  made. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  25 

Nature,  in  all  her  grand  displays, 

Reveals  to  him,  though  dimly  seen, 
A  God  he  daily  loves  to  praise  : 

The  teeming  earth,  the  sky  serene. 
The  waters  flashing  in  the  sun. 

With  music  gushing  all  around, 
And  golden  threads  of  sunshine  spun, 

By  twinkling  leaves,  upon  the  ground  — 

With  birds,  and  flowers,  and  all  things  bright. 

Incentives  are  to  fear  and  love ; 
And  so  it  is  his  chief  delight 

To  send  his  glowing  thoughts  a])ove. 
If  God  his  precious  life  should  spare, 

From  Heaven  he  may  that  miction  draw, 
That  gave  a  Payson  ^^  power  in  prayer, 

And  touched  with  fire  the  lips  of  Waugh.^^ 

Behold  a  youth  of  gentle  mien  — 

Not  moved  by  sophistry  or  art  — 
Who  with  the  weaker  boys  is  seen, 

And  kindly  takes  the  orphan's  part ; 
Who,  when  a  harsh  word  uttered,  sinks 

Deep  in  a  sad  and  aching  breast, 
Looks  on  with  tears,  and  only  thinks 

Of  loving  words  to  be  expressed. 

He  yet  may  stand  where  Griffin^'  shone, 

On  Zion's  Avastes  a  moral  light, 
To  guide  earth's  pilgrims  to  the  throne 

Where  ransomed  s})irits  take  their  flight ; 
Or  strike  a  spark,  as  Edwards-^  did, 

That  shall  not  be  extinguished  till 
A  world  redeemed  shall  stand  amid 

The  blood-bought  throng  on  Ziou's  hill. 


26  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Determined  on  ii  vicious  course, 

Obedient  to  no  master's  word, 
Who  wilful  sins  without  remorse, 

And  cares  not  when  or  where  is  heard 
His  boisterous  hmguage  —  talk  profane  — 

The  evil  urchin  stands  alone, 
A  terror  to  his  mates.     Like  Paixe,^* 

He  may  the  living  Christ  disown. 

Smart,  active,  quick  at  repartee. 

The  modest  child  of  slender  mould, 
Whose  smile,  like  heavenly  charity, 

Gilds  every  cloud  with  light  and  gold, 
May  lift  his  voice  in  many  a  hall. 

To  plead  for  sorrow  and  distress, 
With  all  the  fire  and  zeal  of  Paul, 

And  thousands  lead  to  righteousness ; 

Or  he  may  through  New  England  vales 

To  proud  and  grasping  Avarice  preach. 
With  eloquence  that  seldom  fails 

The  conscience  seared  to  move  and  reach  • 
Like  him,  the  persevering  saint. 

Opposed  to  counterfeit  and  sham, 
(His  zeal,  O  that  my  pen  could  paint !) 

Who  hails  from  classic  Bellingiiam.-^ 

The  boy  with  humble  garb  and  hat. 

So  pleasant  in  his  speech  and  mien, 
May  be  a  loved  and  honored  Pratt,'^'^ 

A  talented  and  studious  Gkeene.'^^ 
While  the  sweet  child,  with  golden  locks. 

Attentive,  earnest  and  devout, 
May  have  the  humor  of  a  Knox,^^ 

And  years  of  toil  Avill  bring  it  out. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  27 

Kind,  careful,  earnest,  fair-haired  boy, 

Jocund  and  liappy  all  the  time, 
With  whom  no  pleasures  pall  or  cloy, 

And  life  before  him  is  sublime — 
In  thee  I  see  a  noble  heart, 

Vf  ell  shielded  by  a  mother's  prayer  ; 
In  life  thou  Avilt  act  well  thy  part, 

And  be,  perhaps,  our  future  Mayor. 

The  child  upright,  sincere,  and  true, 

Who  loves  to  teach  dark,  ignorant  souls. 
May  preach  the  truth  —  a  Mallalieu  ^^  — 

Or  thunder  like  a  stalworth  Knowles.^** 
With  purpose  strong,  and  heart  intent, 

The  dictates  of  the  truth  to  obey. 
With  all  the  humbleness  of  Kent,^* 

This  boy  may  labor,  strive  and  pray. 

List !  —  list !  —  I  hear  a  pleasant  song  — 

It  springs  spontaneous  from  the  heart 
Of  a  sweet  child,  who  slips  along. 

As  3'et  untaught  in  schools  of  art. 
Strains  such  as  make  a  song  divine. 

In  future  years  his  lips  may  pour, 
And  thus  inspire  the  feeblest  line. 

With  all  the  skill  of  Wiiittejioee.^^ 

Young  Willie  mark  —  he  takes  the  hand 

Of  him  whom  elder  bo3^s  torment. 
Determined  by  his  mate  to  stand. 

Although  in  garments  patched  and  rent. 
Beneath  the  outward  garb  he  sees 

A  mind  of  purity  and  taste  ;  — 
He'll  be  a  Ladd**  —  the  friend  of  peace  — 

To  light  the  world's  dark  moral  \vastc. 


28  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

0  child  of  many  prayers  !  perhaps, 
Before  the  noon  of  life,  a  cloud 

Like  that  which  golden  morn  enwraps, 
May  all  thy  brilliant  prospects  shroud  ; 

One  step  may  lead  thee  on  the  wave 

AYhere  Burr  ^*  and  Arnold  ^^  sunk  disgraced. 

God's  strong  right  arm  alone  can  save  — 
O,  be  that  arm  around  thee  placed  ! 

Ne'er  take  a  doubtful  step,  I  pray. 

Nor  dare  from  Virtue's  path  to  rove  ; 
If  tempted  from  the  truth  to  stray. 

Seek  strength  and  wisdom  from  above. 
Thy  Maker  will  securely  keep. 

And  watch  thee  with  a  Father's  care. 
And  take  thee  to  himself,  to  reap 

The  just  reward  of  faith  and  prayer. 

Ingenious  with  his  pocket-knife, 

His  tiny  chisel,  plane  and  bit. 
That  boy  will  make  his  mark  in  life, 

And  in  the  chair  of  honor  sit. 
In  the  bright  ranks  of  science  he 

May  labor  with  peculiar  zest. 
And  like  a  Watt,  or  Faraday,^^ 

A  blessing  prove  —  himself  be  blest. 

1  seem  to  hear  the  plaudits  ring. 

As  coming  3'ears  their  shadows  throw. 
And  youth  and  ago  high  honors  bring. 

And  bind  their  laurels  round  the  brow 
Of  him  who,  gentle,  meek  and  mild. 

An  unkind  word  Avill  speak  to  none  ; 
May  he  not  prove  —  that  noble  child  — 

A  Dexter,  ^  or  a  Richardson  ? ^* 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  29 

In  von  slio:lit  hollow  two  or  three 

Have  gathered,  and  loud  words  they  speak, 
Discussing  questions,  it  may  be, 

That  agitate  election-week. 
Our  future  statesmen  they  may  prove, 

When  men  of  wisdom  pass  away  ; 

0  God  !  watch  over  them  in  love, 
That  Truth  and  Virtue  be  their  stay. 

My  country  !  through  thy  wide  domain 

May  truth  extend,  and  peace  prevail ; 
And  God  in  righteous  judgment  reign, 

If  foes  should  dare  thy  rights  assail ! 
My  country  !  crowned  with  glory  —  rise 

With  strength,  with  grace,  with  purity  ; 
The  garnered  wisdom  of  the  skies 

Shall  flourish,  and  perpetual  be. 

Brow-beating  Jake  —  a  terror  to 
The  modest,  unassuming  group  — 

They  fear  thou  wilt  some  mischief  do, 
And  so  conceal  the  ball  and  hoop. 

1  see  thy  counterpart  in  one 

Who  steals  around  at  even-time  — 
Whom  all  good  people  fear  and  shun  — 
A  paragon  of  vice  and  crime. 

Yon  urchin  mark  :  his  breath,  once  sweet. 

Is  tainted  with  the  Indian  weed  ; 
The  crass  is  blif^hted  at  his  feet. 

On  which  the  l^easts  refuse  to  feed. 
To  chew  and  smoke  he  thinks  betrays 

A  manly  spirit,  and  is  smart ; 
O  filthy  child  1  on  thee  I  gaze, 

Indignant  at  the  fool  thou  art. 


30  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  conscientious  lad,  who  fears 

To  tell  an  untruth,  or  deceive  — 
"Who,  when  a  word  profane  he  hears, 

Is  wont  to  turn  away  and  grieve  — 
May  stand  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 

Proclaimiuo;,  on  the  mountain-top, 
Salvation  to  Jerusalem  — 

With  all  the  earnestness  of  Corp.'^ 

And  you,  fair  child,  with  thoughts  sublime, 

May  be  the  counterpart  of  Libby,^" 
Or  husband  every  inch  of  time, 

A  Bibliophilist,  like  Kibby  ;  ^^ 
Or,  faithful,  generous,  kind  and  true, 

The  path  to  heaven  may  early  start  in  — 
E'en  though  his  friends  are  faint  and  few  — 

With  all  the  fervor  of  a  Maktyn.^^ 

Headstrong  and  Avild,  whom  none  can  check 

In  his  determiued  course  of  sin, 
That  boy  his  parents'  heart  may  break  — 

Fettered,  cold  prison-walls  within  ; 
Or  outcast,  he  may  roam  abroad. 

To  right  and  truth  a  treacherous  foe  ; 
Despised  by  men  —  forsook  by  God  — 

To  sink  at  last  to  grief  and  woe  ! 

Thoughtful  and  studious,  hurrying  by. 

To  seize  some  favorite  book  —  perhaps 
Yon  child  will  come  to  honors  high. 

When  weary  months  and  years  elapse. 
In  senate  halls,  among  the  great 

His  voice  with  ehxpience  may  swell, 
And  gain  the  prize  in  high  debate. 

With  all  the  grace  and  power  of  Bell." 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  31 

Riclifird  —  so  timkl,  modest,  mock  — 

The  favorite  of  bis  generous  class  — 
Among  old  books  and  scrip  antique, 

When  be  bas  leisure  time  to  pass, 
"Will  sure  be  found,  intent  to  read, 

Or  trace  some  ancient  diagram. 
He'll  know  who  Bunker  was,  and  Breed, 

And  doubtless  rise  a  Feotiiingham.^^ 

t 

That  boy  who  sees  in  marble  blocks 

Forms  of  the  good,  the  wise,  the  great  — 
With  angels  rising  from  the  rocks  — 

Has  but  a  few  more  years  to  wait, 
Ere  he  before  the  world  will  stand. 

With  all  the  genius  of  a  Powers  *'  — 
The  admiration  to  command 

Of  other  coutiueuts  than  ours. 

Who  saunters  o'er  the  fields  away, 

Attracted  by  some  flying  cloud. 
Or  eagle  hasting  to  his  prey. 

Or  peacock  gay,  outscrcaming  loud  — 
May,  when  his  mind  becomes  mature. 

Be  an  inquiring  wanderer  still. 
And  many  a  perilous  voyage  endure, 

With  all  the  bravery  of  a  Hill.^** 

Perhaps  in  him  who  sweetly  sings. 

And  loves  in  dreamy  Mood  to  stray, 
The  music  of  an  Ilsley*''  rings, 

In  future  years  to  come  in  play. 
Whose  wooden  gun  and  chiy  cigar 

With  horror  his  poor  mother  strike. 
May  yet  become  a  JShillabeu,^^ 

The  father  of  a  humorous  Ike. 


32  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Who  loves  the  gentle  music  played 

By  whispering  "winds  among  tlic  pines, 
Or  thoughtful  sits  beneath  the  shade, 

When  the  noon  sun  in  splendor  shines 
O'er  vale,  and  hill,  and  placid  lake, 

An  Osgood*^  or  a  Strauss^"  mav  be, 
To  touch  the  slumbering  lyre,  and  wake 

The  dormant  powers  to  ecstasy. 

The  love  that  in  yon  urchin's  breast 

Kindles  and  burns  in  generous  flames. 
In  nobler  deeds  will  be  expressed, 

When  he  becomes  an  active  Ames.^' 
He  who  by  deep  devotion  seems 

From  God's  own  kingdom  not  so  far. 
Illumined  by  the  Spirit's  beams. 

May  prove  a  Cheever  ^^  or  a  Carr.^^ 

My  gentle  lad,  I  love  thee  well  — 

Meekness,  benevolence  and  truth 
Sit  on  thy  brow.     I  sure  may  tell 

The  future  of  thy  golden  youth  : 
Thy  heart,  as  pure  as  when  it  lirst 

Beat  in  thv  bosom,  will  retain 
Its  virtuous  action.     Sordid  lust 

And  envious  thought  give  it  no  stain. 

Exalted  by  thy  noble  worth, 

The  future  years  may  see  thee  rise 
Above  the  men  of  kingly  birth  — 

The  honored  of  the  earth  and  skies. 
An  influence  will  arouud  thee  spread 

To  save  —  to  bless  —  to  sanctify; 
And  when  the  nations  call  thee  dead, 

Briffht  will  thv  record  be  on  high  I 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  33 

He  whose  young  genius  is  displayed 

In  mimic  sliips  lie  neatly  rigs, 
Witli  little  more  than  nature's  aid, 

May  rise  a  Killekax*"*  or  a  Briggs.'^ 
Bright  studious  child,  who  "svhcu  in  school 

Attentive  reads  the  classic  page, 
May  be  a  Cu3imings^^  or  a  Poole  ,^' 

The  varied  ills  of  life  to  assuage. 

Who  sees  in  mystic  nothingness 

Grim  spirits  of  the  dead  arise  — 
Shadows  that  flit  about  to  bless, 

With  meagre  bones  and  glassy  eyes, 
And  listens  all  intent  to  hear 

Hobgoblin  tales,  by  ignorance  told, 
May  be  an  Infidel,  severe 

On  those  who  Christ's  pure  doctrines  hold  ; 

Before  whose  jaundiced  vision  looms 

A  horrid  and  gigantic  evil. 
Surrounded  by  Cimmerian  glooms, 

As  treacherous  as  the  elder  devil ; 
Whom  all  should  hate,  and  well  bestow 

Upon  his  pate  hard  Christian  knocks  ; 
For,  what  to  man  so  gi-eat  a  foe 

As  the  self-righteous  Orthodox  ? 

Neglected  by  the  sons  of  wealth  — 

A  patch  upon  his  homespun  vest  — 
And  cheeks  of  beauty,  flushed  with  health, 

The  orphan  is  by  all  caressed. 
There  beats  a  noble,  generous  heart 

Beneath  a  coarse  exterior  ; 
In  life  he'll  act  that  noble  part 

Which  all  the  good  are  laboring  for. 
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34  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He'll  honor  well  the  place  he  fills, 

Be  it  a  pulpit  or  a  throne  ; 
The  mart^^r  spirit  of  a  Mills,^^ 

The  deep  devotion  of  a  Stone, ^^ 
May  in  his  bosom  slumber  now, 

With  power  and  wisdom  to  awake, 
When  he  shall  distant  oceans  i3low. 

And  in  his  hands  the  Gospel  take. 

"I  swear  !  "  exclaims  an  urchin  wild, 

With  anger  on  his  lip  comi)ressed  ; 
A  ball,  struck  by  a  careless  child, 

Flew  near,  and  grazed  him  near  the  breast. 
His  hands  are  clenched,  as  if  he  would 

Severely  strike  the  feeble  lad. 
Did  not  his  mates,  in  gentle  mood. 

Quiet  his  feelings,  raging  mad. 

Such  temper  in  a  stripling  young, 

And  language  so  profane,  will  lead 
From  one  wrong  step  to  others  wrong. 

Till  he  commits  some  awful  deed  — 
And  then  becomes  a  wretch  debased, 

Whom  none  can  love,  respect,  or  thank, 
To  end  his  days  with  felons  placed ; 

Far  better  were  his  life  a  blank. 

''Good-morning,  sir  !  "  with  a  sweet  smile 

Bright  Eddie  spoke,  as  he  passed  on. 
In  such  a  heart  can  there  be  guile  ? 

No  I     He's  polite  to  every  one. 
His  pleasing  manners,  winniug  ways. 

Make  him  true  friends  where'er  he  goes  ; 
Not  rude  in  speech,  whate'er  he  says 

From  a  full  heart  of  kindness  Hows. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  35 

He'll  follow  in  the  steps  once  trod 

By  Him  who  came  the  lost  to  save, 
And  inflnenced  by  the  grace  of  God, 

Snatch  many  a  Avandcrer  from  the  grave  ; 
And  when  are  gathered  in  the  skies, 

Before  the  throne,  the  blood-bought  throng. 
To  him  will  turn  rejoicing  eyes. 

As  loudly  swells  the  victor's  song. 

Deceptive,  sly — I  see  in  him 

One  who  may  cause  the  heart  to  ache 
Of  many  a  youth,  ere  to  its  brim 

Life's  cup  is  filled.     His  course  may  break 
A  parent's  fondest  hopes,  and  bring 

Disgrace,  and  infamy,  and  death 
To  many  a  sweet  domestic  ring, 

With  poison  rankling  in  his  breath. 

O  that  a  Providence  may  guide 

And  guard  and  keep  the  reckless  one. 
And  turn  him  from  that  path  aside 

Where  thousands  stray,  and  are  undone. 
O,  I  would  breathe  a  fervent  i)rayer 

Whene'er  a  reckless  youth  I  see, 
And  ask  a  Father's  tender  care, 

That  He  may  his  director  be. 

The  child  deli2^htcd  when  the  sea 

Is  lashed  to  fury,  and  its  waves 
Leap  up  and  break  most  furiously, 

INIay  have  the  eloquence  of  Graves.^" 
While  ho  Avho  Aveeps  o'er  others'  woes. 

And  by  the  pale  consumptive  sits. 
And  cver^'where  around  him  throws 

Glad  smiles  of  joy,  may  be  a  Fitz.^' 


36  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He  who  the  little  swiid  harangues, 

Of  schoolmates  on  the  village  green, 
May  listening  crowds  command,  like  Baxgs,®* 

Or  preach  and  pray,  a  faithful  Deane.®^ 
His  eloquence  may  stay  thy  tide, 

Intemperance,  corrupting  youth. 
And  thousands  bring  to  Virtue's  side. 

Once  sunk  in  shame  and  lost  to  truth. 

I  see  in  him  so  quick  to  trade, 

And  drive  a  bargain  with  his  mate, 
One  who  is  for  a  Stebbins^*  made. 

If  he  a  score  of  seasons  wait. 
While  he,  pleased  with  old  manuscripts 

Long  buried  on  a  musty  shelf, 
And  into  antique  volumes  dips. 

Ere  long  may  be  like  our  dear  self. 

That  boy,  wild,  wayward,  heartless  now. 

Whom  none  can  conquer  or  restrain. 
May  to  the  shrine  of  Bacchus  bow, 

And  spend  his  da3^s  in  vice  and  pain ; 
Or,  disobe3ang  wholesome  laws, 

Be  fettered  in  some  dismal  cell  — 
To  fall  at  last  in  Hades'  jaws. 

The  demon  ranks  of  woe  to  swell. 

Who  loves  to  watch  the  genial  showers 

Upon  the  thirsty  fields  that  fall  — 
Or  runs  to  pluck  the  earliest  flowers 

That  spring  beside  the  sunny  wall  — 
And  sees  in  every  tiny  plant 

The  wisdom  of  his  Maker,  may 
For  His  abundant  wisdom  pant. 

And  rise  a  Fowler^  or  a  Gray.^ 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  37 

Quick  as  the  lightning's  flash  to  save 

A  fellow-mate,  when  danger's  near  — 
To  leap  beneath  the  ocean  wave, 

Or  on  the  burning  roof  appear  — 
Courageous  child  !  thy  name  will  ring 

With  Howard's  ^^  in  the  years  to  be  ; 
Thy  deeds  a  thousand  voices  sing, 

In  glowing  strains  of  poesy. 

Who  shuns  the  place  where  the  profane 

With  coarse  companions  love  to  meet. 
And  all  the  mean  and  vulgar  train  — 

Secluded  from  the  lighted  street  — 
Who,  with  a  heart  of  gratitude. 

Will  ne'er  to  crime  or  folly  bow. 
May  stand  where  Gough®^  so  long  has  stood. 

And  be  a  Thompson  ^^  or  a  Dow.'^" 

Relying  on  himself  alone, 

Witii  grace  that's  promised  from  the  skies, 
The  Christian  child  will  yet  be  known 

Among  the  stars  that  heavenward  rise. 
To  many  a  vicious,  Avandering  soul. 

With  words  of  peace  he  may  be  sent, 
And  the  impulsive  heart  control, 

AVith  all  the  earnest  zeal  of  Bent." 

Controlled  at  home  by  no  restraint  — 

Wayward  and  tickle  as  the  wind  — 
I  have  no  heart  the  life  to  paint 

Of  this  bright  lad.     Shall  I  not  find 
His  future  course  corrupt  and  base?  — 

Devoid  of  all  those  lovely  traits 
That  lift  man  to  an  honored  place. 

Which  surely  all  the  good  awaits  ? 


38  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Perhaps  to  a  vile  felon's  homo 

He  may  in  early  life  be  doomed, 
Or  a  wild  outcast  he  may  roam, 

AVith  all  the  strength  of  youth  consumed. 
How  sad  the  thought  that  one  so  bri<>ht 

May  perish  young  !     Kind  Heaven,  forbid  ! 
And  pour  within  thy  blessed  light, 

And  save  him  from  the  fate  of  Kidd.'^'^ 

There's  one  —  in  future  years  he'll  be 

Among  the  active  men  who  make 
Their  mark  upon  the  age.     I  see. 

Or  think  I  do,  the  future  Ijrcak 
With  glory  o'er  his  head,  and  hear 

The  plaudits  of  the  multitude. 
God  and  humanity  !     How  dear 

The  man  who  for  the  right  has  stood  ! 

Though  humble-born,  his  words  will  ring 

From  every  hill-side,  vale  and  sea  ; 
His  stirring  numbers  thousands  sing. 

Aglow  with  lire  and  liberty. 
He'll  rise  in  wisdom  and  in  strength, 

And  find  the  truth  Avhcrc  millions  err ; 
His  country  honor  him  at  length, 

A  LuNDY  '''*  or  a  AVhittiek.^* 

Who  firmly  stands  up  for  liis  rights. 

And  checks  the  overljcaring  child, 
And  if  he  must,  for  justice  fights, 

With  passion  sometimes  fierce  and  wild  — 
Is  yet  warm-hearted,  generous,  kind  — 

As  true  a  friend,  in  Aveal  or  ■svoe. 
As  the  oppressed  would  hope  to  find  — 

In  Phillips'"  steps  is  sure  to  go. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  39 

That  manly  boy,  with  form  erect, 

To  live  a  drone  was  never  made  — 
Or  those  eternal  truths  neglect, 

Which,  if  in  early  life  obeyed, 
Will  make  him  like  an  Emmons  ''^  strong. 

To  preach  the  words  of  love  divine  — 
To  swell,  at  last,  redemption's  song. 

And  Avith  the  saints  in  glory  shine. 

The  youth,  taught  by  a  parent's  faith 

To  lift  the  morn  and  evening  prayer, 
And  credit  all  the  Bible  saith. 

Will  doubtless  for  a  life  prepare 
Of  virtue,  justice,  truth  —  and  make 

The  influence  of  his  life  be  felt 
On  thousands,  for  that  Saviour's  sake, 

Who  with  the  poor  and  outcast  dwelt. 

As  through  the  haunts  of  sin  he  flies, 

Full  many  a  wanderer  he  will  lead 
From  misery  to  the  Avelcome  skies. 

With  the  confiding  faith  of  Reed.'' 
O  child  of  promise  !  when  I  gaze 

Upon  thy  meek  and  radiant  brow. 
My  heart  is  full  of  grateful  praise, 

That  Heaven  vouchsafes  to  oavu  thee  now. 

And  him  who  weeps  to  hear  the  tale 

Of  sorrow  and  distress,  and  speaks 
Kind  words  to  all,  with  joy  I  hail. 

E'en  now  a  sli2;htcd  friend  he  seeks. 
To  pour  into  his  trembling  breast 

Some  Avord  to  comfort  him,  and  then 
Rejoice  in  love  —  both  sweetly  l>lcst ; 

He'll  be  a  noble  Fessenden.'^ 


40  SCHOOLISOUT. 

A  noble  Fessenden  !     How  dear 

His  memory  !     No  common  heart 
Beat  in  his  bosom.     AVhen  I  hear 

His  name  prononnced,  warm  tears  will  start 
With  gratitude  and  love.     'Twas  he 

Who  stood  beside  my  tender  youth, 
In  dismal  days  of  bigotry, 

And  uttered  earnest  words  of  truth. 

For  justice  pleading,  and  for  right, 

I  see  him  now  as  erst  he  stood ; 
Convinced,  he  would  not  fail  to  smite, 

Nor  own  an  action  wise  or  good 
Where  principle  must  suffer.     No  ! 

Regardless  of  the  public  thought, 
At  prejudice  he  struck  a  blow. 

And  man's  equality  he  taught. 

The  humble  loved  him,  and  they  pressed 

About  his  path,  to  catch  a  glance 
Of  his  graud  face,  and  they  were  blessed. 

His  smile  was  an  inheritance 
They  treasured  long  ;  it  made  them  feel 

Their  darkened  souls  to  Heaven  were  dear ; 
While  scorners  lifted  up  the  heel. 

They  kuew  one  heart  to  be  sincere. 

The  grave  has  called  thee  ;  but  thy  name, 

With  warm  affection,  long  shall  live, 
And  thousands  read,  in  words  of  flame. 

What  nol)le  principles  achieve, 
And  be  induced  tiiat  path  to  tread 

Which  gave  tliy  life  a  ])ower  to  l)less, 
While  all  around  thy  path  were  spread 

Rays  from  the  Sun  of  Righteousness. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  41 

Greatly  beloved  !  — how  can  I  speak, 

111  words  befitting,  all  thy  worth  ?  — 
Thy  kindness  to  the  poor  and  weak  ?  — 

The  peeled,  down-trodden  of  the  earth? 
I  cannot  ntter  all  I  feel, 

And  so  I  praise  the  God  Avho  gave  — 
Who  did  in  thee  Himself  reveal  — 

A  Christian  hero  !  — just  and  brave. 

Lisping  in  numbers,  who  may  tell 

The  future  of  the  gentle  lad  ? 
His  country's  honors  he  may  swell, 

And  make  a  thousand  hearth-homes  «:lad. 
His  tales  Avill  bless  the  evening  hour, 

His  lays  the  heart  of  sorrow  cheering  ; 
His  presence  prove  a  soothing  power. 

With  all  the  passion  of  a  Deekixg.''^ 

Fond  of  aquatic  sports  —  soon  as 

Vacation  comes,  yon  manly  child 
Seizes  his  line  and  hook  ;  he  has 

A  joy  complete  amid  the  wild 
To  wander  Avith  the  brook  and  catch 

The  mottled  trout,  or  with  his  c'un 
To  bring  the  plover  down.     I  watch 

With  pleasure  Nature's  gifted  son  : 

He'll  prove  a  valued  citizen 

When  youth's  wild  sports  are  past,  and  bo 
Among  the  energetic  men 

Of  genius  and  utility. 
If  called  to  rule,  no  selfish  end 

Will  move  him  from  a  noble  ann  ; 
He'll  be  to  God  and  truth  a  friend. 

As  honors  cluster  round  his  name. 


42  S  C  11  O  O  L     I  S     O  U  T  . 

Perhaps  he'll  fill  a  Lincoln's^"  place, 

Or  be  a  Wilson,^^  wise  and  strong, 
To  lift  his  country  from  disgrace, 

To  sing,  at  last,  the  victor's  song ; 
Or,  like  a  Sumneh,^^  he  may  prove 

Firm  as  a  rock  amidst  his  foes, 
Who  plants  his  foot  and  will  not  move. 

Though  earth  and  hell  his  course  oppose. 

Who  loves  of  mighty  deeds  to  sing. 

Inspired  by  nature  and  by  art. 
And  listens  to  the  rocks  that  ring 

When  lio-htnin2:s  blaze  and  thunders  start, 
May  some  grand,  powerful  epic  write, 

A  nation's  dormant  heart  to  thrill, 
And  throw  a  halo,  warm  and  bright, 

O'er  many  a  cold  and  barren  hill. 

Burdened  with  thought,  how  he  may  win 

A  careless  schoolmate  to  the  truth  — 
And  save  him  from  that  course  of  sin 

Which  shades,  e'en  now,  his  sunny  youth - 
The  noble  boy  on  whom  I  gaze. 

Delighted  with  his  generous  spirit. 
Will  brighten  all  life's  future  days. 

Should  he  a  Stackpole's  ^^  gifts  inherit. 

With  modest  look  and  pleasant  speech. 

And  kindness  beaming  from  thine  eye, 
In  future  years  thy  AV'ords  may  reach. 

And  change  the  endless  destiny 
Of  many  a  wandermg,  vicious  soul ; 

But  for  th}^  prayers  the  tide  of  vice 
Would  like  an  angry  torrent  roll, 

Men's  dearest  hopes  to  sacritice. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  43 

With  a  bright  smile  upon  his  face, 

An  index  of  the  peace  within , 
That  child  will  ne'er  his  friends  disgrace 

By  leaping  in  the  whirl  of  Sin. 
He  early  feels  the  joys  that  spring 

From  a  pure  heart  of  trust  and  love, 
And  with  the  zeal  of  Chickering,^^ 

He'll  lead  a  host  redeemed  above. 

While  he  who  from  his  play  retires 

To  hold  communion  with  the  skies  — 
Whose  gentle  breast  devotion  fires, 

And  makes  him  in  true  wisdom  wise  — 
May  nobly  lead  a  Christian  band 

O'er  distant  seas  and  burning  climes  — 
Or  with  a  Bkadlee  ^  faithful  stand, 

To  battle  with  the  city  crimes. 

Who  throws  aside  his  spelling-book, 

And  hastens  to  the  pond  to  sail 
His  tiny  boat,  may  be  a  Cook,^"^ 

A  Selkirk^''  —  theme  for  many  a  tale. 
Like  AsTOR,^^  he  may  wander  far 

From  home  and  kin,  in  wealth  to  roll, 
Or  he  may  be  a  simple  tar, 

Fond  only  of  the  sparkling  bowl. 

Who  loves  to  hear  the  squeaking  fife  — 

The  rolling  drum  —  the  bugle-blast  — 
See  nations  in  a  deadly  strife. 

That  makes  the  stoutest  stand  aghast  — 
May  be  a  AVarkex,^''  first  to  hear 

And  then  obey  his  country's  call. 
Rush  on  to  battle  without  fear. 

And  in  the  deadly  conflict  fall. 


44  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Who  feels  he  has  .a  word  to  say, 

And  talks,  whate'er  the  suliject  is  ; 
Stands  round  the  polls  on  voting-day. 

And  never  will  a  caucus  miss  — 
May  be  a  Harrington  ^"  —  the  sport 

Of  boys  upon  the  mnstcr-grouud  — 
Or  with  a  rabble  crowd  resort. 

Where  games  of  meanest  kind  are  found. 

The  boy  who  seldom  parts  his  lips 

Unless  some  manly  thought's  expressed  - 
Well  pleased  with  musty  manuscripts 

Found  in  dilapidated  chest  — 
Will  not  in  future  live  in  vain. 

Content  to  be  a  plodding  drudge  ; 
He'll  be  another  Chamberlain,^^ 

And  sit  upon  the  bench  —  a  Judge. 

That  pompous  youth,  erect  and  lank, 

Aftccting  to  be  wondrous  wise, 
Who  never  stoops  a  friend  to  thank, 

On  w4iom  for  knowledge  he  relies  — 
Who  struts  about  —  inflated  fool. 

As  he  Avcre  king  of  Cfesar's  realm  — 
May  guide  his  bark  where  all  is  cool, 

But  Folly  soon  commands  the  helm. 

When  he  becomes  of  age,  look  out ! 

He'll  be  a  critic,  fiercely  flat ; 
Denounce,  and  ridicule,  and  flout, 

And  be  as  rampant  as  a  gnat  — 
Until  —  O  dear  !  —  there's  nothing  left 

Of  Cooper,  Irving,  Pierpont,  Noal ; 
Of  all  their  honors  they're  bereft : 

When  he  decides,  there's  no  appeal  ! 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  45 

A  critic  honest,  just  and  wise, 

AVill  read  with  care,  and  then  decide  , 
He  will  not  flash  his  owlish  eyes, 

Nor  chuckle  with  a  morbid  pride, 
When  he  a  t  uncrossed  detects  ; 

But  just  to  authors,  young  and  old, 
The  finest  passages  selects. 

And  from  the  dross  extracts  the  gold. 

A  penny-a-liner  reads  to  find 

Discrepancies,  and  logic  false  ; 
To  real  merit  he  is  Ijlind, 

And  brilliant  parts  defective  calls, 
Because,  forsooth,  he  has  no  taste 

For  wisdom,  eloquence  or  wit; 
"Where  genius  shines  in  language  chaste, 

Poor  fool !  he  cannot  see  a  bit. 

A  critic  wise  —  supremely  so  — 

In  his  dear  self — will  little  see 
But  blemishes  in  lines  that  glow 

AVith  all  the  soul's  intensity ; 
'Tis  twattle  to  his  sapient  mind, 

Accustomed  to  the  puerile  trash 
In  which  he  revels.     Can  one  find 

Pure  gems,  whose  soul  is  fed  on  hash? 

A  silly  wight,  who  really  thinks 

He  has  destroyed,  with  spiteful  veto. 
One  as  regardless  of  his  winks, 

As  if  he  were  a  vile  mosquito. 
Ignorant,  self-willed,  and  vain  as  weak, 

O  fool !  what  will  Ijccome  of  thcc? 
A  breath  or  two  —  perhaps  a  squeak  — 

And  dies  in  froth.  Pomposity.^ 


46  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

There's  Hayman  —  nought  can  please  him  more 

Than  a  slight  foible  to  detect ;  — 
If  there  is  one  who  stands  before 

Him  m  his  class,  he  will  select 
The  favorite  lad  to  fret  and  tease  ; 

And  he  contrives  a  thousand  ways 
To  wound  his  feelings,  when  he  sees 

He  merits  still  the  master's  praise. 

To  falsehood  he  resorts  to  bring 

Disgrace  upon  the  noble  boy  — 
And  throws  a  raven's  sombre  wing 

Around  the  heart  brimful  of  joy. 
If  he  succeeds,  short  triumph  'tis  ; 

Virtue,  wdth  Truth,  will  rise  and  shine 
Above  its  subtlest  enemies. 

Owned  and  embraced  by  love  divine. 

I  see  that  lad  to  manhood  grow, 

Whose  youth  is  so  severely  base  ; 
His  character  the  world  will  know  — 

They  read  it  in  his  brazen  face. 
He  stoops  to  low  intrigues  and  tricks, 

A  mean,  unlawful  end  to  gain  ; 
And  with  the  crafty  he  will  mix, 

To  blind  the  eyes  and  power  attain. 

If  he  can  buy  an  Editor  — 

And  some,  alas  1  are  cheaply  sold  — 
Amid  the  crowd  he'll  make  a  stir  — 

Perhaps  will  make  a  little  gold ; 
A  work  of  merit  he  will  scout 

As  false  in  logic,  Avordy,  tame, 
And  rip  its  contents  inside  out. 

Unless  —  the  author's  known  to  fame. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  47 

If  he  can  bLacken  modest  worth, 

He's  sure  to  clip  his  pen  in  gall ; 
On  works  that  Genius  brings  to  birth, 

With  all  his  venom  he  will  fall. 
He  cuts  and  slashes  ever}^where, 

And  thinks  he  does  a  world  of  harm ; 
But,  Quixote-like,  he  beats  the  air, 

Then  wonders  at  the  perfect  calm. 

Sometimes  to  make  an  insult  tell. 

He'll  mark  an  odious  paragraph. 
Filled  with  the  dialect  of  hell, 

.O'er  which  his  demon  friends  may  laugh, 
And  send  it  to  an  author  ijrcctinor. 

Because  he  holds  a  cherished  spite  — 
And  if  uunoticed,  still  repeating, 

With  a  malio^nant,  base  delisiit. 

There  is  Tom  Blake  —  a  heedless  drone; 

His  friends  avoid  him.     Day  by  day 
He  walks  to  school  and  back  alone  — 

And  few  will  choose  with  him  to  pla}'', 
He  is  so  slovenly.     Besides, 

He  uses  that  vile,  nauseous  weed 
The  devil  cunningly  provides 

For  those  whom  he  would  captive  lead. 

He'll  be  a  genteel  clown,  i:)crhaps, 

To  pander  to  a  taste  depraved. 
Or  one  of  those  mean  legal  chaps, 

Pleased  when  a  client  he  has  shaved. 
And  fettered  wisdom,  to  make  clear 

A  case  as  dark  as  Erebus  — 
Whose  l)razen  folly  Avill  appear 

In  every  trifling,  legal  muss. 


48  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  youth  who  for  an  angry  blow 

Returns  forgiving  looks  of  love, 
When  he  could  lay  the  assailant  low, 

And  not  one  schoolmate  disapprove  — 
The  spirit  of  his  Lord  displays, 

Who  w^hen  on  earth  forgave  and  blessed ; 
Insulted  in  a  thousand  ways, 

An  angry  word  he  ne'er  expressed. 

Forgiveness  !  —  attribute  divine  !  — 

Heaven's  atmosphere  is  redolent 
With  love  that  flows  from  souls  benign  — 

Flowing  forever,  yet  unspent. 
It  makes  the  earth  an  Eden-bower  — 

Attendant  angels  watching  roimd  — 
Where  no  dark  clouds  of  sorrow  lower, 

And  precious  fruits  of  love  abound. 

There's  Phil,  who  always  on  his  face 

A  genial  smile  of  kindness  wears, 
And  is  so  manly  in  his  ways. 

The  confidence  of  all  he  shares  : 
Ask  him  a  question,  or  request 

Some  favor  at  his  hands,  and  he 
To  please  his  friends  will  do  his  best, 

AVith  all  his  heart,  most  cheerfully. 

In  generous  acts  he  takes  dcliirht, 

And  guards  against  all  selfish  Avays, 
And  never  from  revenge  or  spite 

His  neighbors  or  his  friends  betrays. 
If  he  can  cheer  when  they  are  sad. 

Or  comfort  them  in  their  distress. 
He  kindly  speaks,  to  make  them  glad ; 

'Tis  his  delight  to  help  and  bless. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  49 

He's  pained  when  fall  upon  his  ears 

Language  impure  or  words  profane  ; 
He  begs  his  friends,  amid  his  tears, 

Their  wicked  passions  to  restrain  : 
In  his  retirement  he  seeks 

The  grace  that's  promised  from  the  skies ; 
He  knows  that  God,  to  whom  he  speaks, 

According  to  his  faith  supplies. 

How  beautiful  the  life  of  such  ! 

His  heart,  in  every  grace  mature, 
Will  seldom  feel  Sin's  blighting  touch  : 

He'll  be  as  innocent  and  pure 
In  sober  manhood  ;  and  through  life 

Maintain  a  character  upright. 
Enkindling  love,  and  healing  strife. 

And  in  the  fear  of  God  delight. 

Although  he  has  enough  to  spare, 

Mean  Ike  will  hold  each  penny  fast, 
And  not  a  single  tarthing  share 

With  the  poor  lad  who  spent  his  last, 
Some  trifling  comfort  to  obtain. 

For  hungry  child  or  weary  nurse  ; 
No  real  blessin<>"  he  mi2:ht  mun 

Will  tempt  him  to  imloose  his  purse. 

He  has  no  soul  to  S3'mpathize 

With  the  unfriended  and  distressed  ; 
No  generous  aspirations  rise 

To  animate  his  sordid  breast ;  — 
No  heart  in  gratitude  is  raised 

For  all  the  gifts  that  Heaven  bestows  ; 
No  l)ounteous  Providence  is  i)raised 

For  the  large  stream  of  good  that  flows. 


50  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

I  see  him  in  the  future  stand 

Firm  as  a  pillar,  to  resist 
Christian  appeals  to  heart  and  hand, 

As  he  firm  clenches  in  his  fist 
The  almighty  dollar — M'hile  around, 

The  trees  and  stones  cry  out  for  shame  ; 
And  where  the  graceless  poor  abound, 

They  curses  heap  upon  his  name. 

He  has  no  friends  to  love  him  while 

Thus  living  for  himself  alone  — 
No  happy  children  stop  to  smile, 

Whose  sorrows  he  has  made  his  own. 
What  does  he  care supremely  lost 

In  selfishness  for  (thildren's  joys 

Or  orphan's  tears  ?  —  or  who  are  tossed 

On  waves  of  grief?  —  or  what  destroys? 

It  is  enough  for  him  to  know 

Ilis  cotters  groan  with  hoarded  gold  — 
That  treasures  in  al)undance  ttow. 

More  than  his  hands — not  heart — can  hold. 
But  generous  S}'m]iathy  —  it  is 

A  joy  his  bosom  never  felt ; 
And  love  —  foretaste  of  heavenly  bliss  — 

Ne'er  in  his  frozen  bosom  dwelt. 

He  will  pass  on,  and,  statue-like. 

Be  ijazed  at  —  as  the  marble  cold  — 
Or  Pohir  iceberg,  that  will  strike 

A  fearful  chill  as  men  l)ehold. 
And  when  he  dies  —  as  die  he  must  — 

No  grief  from  widowed  hearts  will  flow  — 
Nor  orphans  seek  his  sluml)ering  dust. 

To  pay  with  tears  a  debt  they  owe. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  51 

The  child  who  shudders  when  he  sees 

A  punishment  inflicted,  und 
Metes  out  his  tender  sympathies 

For  all  who  sufier,  and  will  stand 
Redeemer  for  an  ei'ring  youth. 

However  guilty,  if  thereby 
'Twill  lead  him  in  the  path  of  truth  — 

Evinces  true  nobility. 

In  coming  years  you  find  him  where 

So  firmly  stand  the  noble  few. 
Who  for  a  kinijdom  will  not  dare 

Unite  with  an  illicit  crew, 
To  wrong  his  country,  or  betray 

The  huml)lest  citizen  oppressed  ; 
But  with  the  liight  he'll  urge  his  way, 

Till  all  are  free,  and  truly  blessed. 

Who  casts  suspicion  with  abuse  — 

jNIalignant  treats  the  orphan  child, 
And  ))reaks  the  playthings  that  amuse  — 

And  with  a  spirit  mean  and  wild. 
Disgusts  by  those  malicious  acts 

lie  makes  no  effort  to  restrain. 
Will  more  and  more  repulsive  Avax, 

And  be  as  wicked  as  he's  vain. 

As  years  increase  he'll  viler  grow  — 

If  that  were  possible  to  be  — 
And  to  corrupt,  wide  o[)en  throw 

The  floodgates  of  inicpiit}'. 
O  youth,  beware  !  restrain  to-day 

The  evil  lurking  in  thv  l)reast, 
Lest  thou  with  Truth  stand  in  array  .... 

A  curse  to  earth a  moral  pest. 


52  S  C  11  O  O  L     I  S     O  U  T  . 

He  wildly  gay  and  fond  of  sport  — 

Now  chasing  bees,  now  plucking  flowers, 
Anon  in  mischievous  resort  — 

May  be  a  Gilmore  ^*  or  a  Xowers.'* 
He  shouting  loud  the  wild  Hurrah  ! 

High  up  the  hill  or  down  the  vale, 
May  be  sedate,  like  Hall^^  or  Cahk,^^ 

Or  take  the  census  Avith  a  Sale.^'' 

The  boy  so  constant  in  his  place  — 

Who  never  rises  to  complain  — 
May  have  the  spirit  of  a  Chase  j"^ 

Possess  the  genius  of  a  Paine. ^' 
Calm,  cool,  collected,  yon  fair  child 

May  form  the  character  of  Quint,^""* 
While  he  so  gentle,  pleasant,  mild. 

May  future  Globes  or  Journals  print. 

The  lad  who  loves  the  ball  and  hoop. 

And  plays  from  morn  till  evening  dark, 
The  manliest  in  that  happy  group, 

May  rise  a  Gerkisii^"'  or  a  Clark. ^"^ 
In  him  who  feels  for  suffering  want, 

And  frcel}^  spends  his  last  bright  penny 
To  bless  some  humble,  wretched  haunt. 

May  live  the  unselfish  soul  of  Tenney.^"^ 

Stand  by,  Horatio  :  what  a  fool 

To  be  a  braggart,  and  believe 
That  half  the  pujjils  in  the  school 

You  can  by  })()mpous  words  deceive ; 
And  make  them  think  that  i)ride  and  show 

Are  real  and  sul)stantial  things, 
When  every  honest  child  nuist  know 

Whence  all  pretended  virtue  springs. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  53 

Remember,  he  who  tries  to  pass 

For  more  than  he  is  really  worth, 
Is  looked  upon  as  but  an  ass, 

Exciting  ridicule  and  mirth  ; 
He  is  by  all  the  good  forsaken, 

Who  truth  obey  and  virtue  prize  — 
So  let  your  foolish  heart  awaken, 

And  in  God's  strength  and  wisdom  rise. 

The  lad  who  boasts  of  roving  round 

Upon  the  sacred  Sabbath-day, 
And  never  in  the  place  is  foinid 

Where  God's  disciples  meet  to  pray  — 
Will  doubtless  be  a  graceless  son. 

And  early  tread  the  path  of  shame  — 
The  just  restraints  of  Virtue  shun, 

And  bring  reproach  upon  his  name. 

Ah  !  scores  of  once  bright  happy  boys, 

Who  might  have  blessed  the  world,  have  made 
In  early  life  a  wretched  choice. 

And  in  a  felon's  grave  been  laid ; 
They  saw  their  folly  when  too  late. 

O  seek  the  l)liss  to  them  denied. 
And  learn  a  lesson  from  their  fate, 

And  loyal  cleave  to  Virtue's  side  ! 

The  child  so  earl}^  to  expose 

A  trifling  fault,  and  magnifies 
A  paltry  sin  —  a  temper  shows 

Which  generous,  manly  lads  despise. 
They  all  avoid  him  in  their  sports. 

And  choose  companions  less  inclined 
To  Avatc'h  them  in  their  fond  resorts, 

Some  foolish,  trivial  fault  to  find. 


54  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

If  he  should  live,  nor  change  his  course, 

He  will  a  world  of  mischief  make  — 
And  many  a  noble  soul  Avill  force 

A  sad  and  dangerous  step  to  take. 
In  Church  or  State  he'll  follow  still 

His  mean  and  cowardly  pursuit, 
And  may  not  cease  his  work  until 

He's  made  to  hear  the  sherifi''s  foot. 

The  boy  who  reaches  o'er  the  fence 

Good  Father  Hussey's  ^"^  pears  to  take, 
I  fear  will  be,  a  few  years  hence, 

Among  the  reckless  men  who  break 
Our  wholesome  laws  ;  alack  !  alack  ! 

He'll  swear  and  fight  —  perhaps  will  steal 
With  Peter  Hall  ^^^  upon  his  track, 

Or  stern  old  Polleys  ^'"*  at  his  heel . 

When  crazy  Butler  ^"^  passes  by, 

How  many  laugh  with  wild  halloo  I 
And  sometimes  dangerous  missiles  Hy, 

That  hit  the  harmless  maniac  too. 
Ah  !  children,  little  dream  you  now 

How  kind  a  heart  Avas  nourished  there  ! 
How  l)rightly  beamed  a  noble  })row  ! 

The  depth  of  sorro.w  and  despair  ! 

Misfortune  with  aflliction  came, 

And  pierced  the  heart  so  suddenly. 
That  it  extinguished  lleason's  flame, 

And  left  the  vacant  mind  you  see  ; 
So  pity  him,  aud  kindly  speak  ; 

A  pleasant  word  may  have  the  power 
To  flash  within  a  sunny  streak, 

And  gild  one  dark  and  gloomy  hour. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  55 

To  make  a  heart  afflicted  feel 

The  impulse  of  a  joy  divine  — 
Is  it  not  better  than  to  deal 

In  low,  vile  e^jithets  —  and  shine 
A  vulgar  wit?  —  to  mock  and  jeer 

At  vacant  minds  and  tottering  age  ? 
O  better  far  to  check  the  tear, 

And  sorrow,  pain  and  grief  assuage  ! 

Ah  !  happy  will  those  children  be, 

When  all  their  sunny  days  are  past. 
Who  never  erred  designedly, 

Nor  by  their  crimes  a  shadow  cast 
About  their  paths  :  who  never  did 

The  needy  or  the  poor  oppress  ; 
But  others'  faults  in  kindness  hid, 

And  made  their  pains  and  sorrows  less. 

"No  school  to-morroAv  !  — good,  good,  good  !  " 

Young  BozE^*"^  to  his  companion  cries. 
Arousing  the  whole  neighborhood  — 

With  joy  unbounded  in  his  eyes. 
He  hopes  to  have  a  gala-beat  — 

Forgetting  spelling-book  and  slate  — 
In  the  Back  Fields^"*  ....  a  green  retreat  .... 

AVherc  happy  hours  the  children  wait. 

Perhaps  he  thinks  of  Munjoy's  Hill,"" 

Where  he  can  Hy  his  favorite  kite ; 
Or,  what  to  him  is  l)etter  still, 

AVitli  some  half-dozen  boys  unite. 
And  down  to  Great  Hog  Island  ^^'  row, 

And  fish  for  cunners  —  a  rare  sport 
That  Portland  children  full  well  know. 

Who  oft  to  Diamond  Isle  resort. 


56  SCHOOL      IS     OUT. 

God  bless  j'oii  all,  where'er  you  rove, 

Upon  the  coming  joyous  day, 
Boys  of  Moose  Alley  "^  and  the  Cove, 

Who  with  each  other  join  in  play  ! 
A  gracious  Providence  watch  o'er, 

And  keep  you  in  the  path  of  right  — 
And  to  your  pleasant  homes  restore, 

Before  the  shadows  of  the  night. 

Here's  James,  a  boy  who  never  gave 

Good  Master  Hall'^*  a  moment's  2:rief : 
Perhaps  he  is  a  little  grave, 

Like  his  companions,  ]3urns  and  Sheafe  :"* 
Yet  he  is  ready  to  bestow 

A  favor  in  so  kind  a  way. 
That  toward  him  your  best  feelings  go. 

And  you  are  with  him  in  his  play. 

His  even  temper,  always  sweet. 

Makes  him  a  general  favorite. 
The  top  to  spin  —  the  hoop  to  beat  — 

The  kite  to  ^y  —  tlic  l)all  to  hit. 
The  scholars  choose  him  —  for  they  love 

A  genial  turn  —  a  social  heart  — 
Whene'er  o'er  Deeking's  Woods  "^  they  rove. 

Or  some  new  enterprise  they  start. 

One  who  is  now  so  promising 

In  future  davs  will  honor  gain, 
And  never  on  his  country  bring. 

If  called  to  rule,  a  single  stain. 
If  in  the  Church  ho  choose  to  stand, 

A  noble  pillar  he  will  be. 
To  teach,  persuade,  or  to  command. 

With  the  mild,  genial  heart  of  CiiiE."^ 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  57 

Edward,  so  ready  with  his  pen 

In  school,  and  when  he's  tired  of  play, 
In  sketching  landscapes,  trees  and  men. 

That  look  so  natural  —  3'et  may, 
If  with  his  years  his  taste  improve, 

And  he  should  guide  his  pencil  right, 
Among  the  stars  of  promise  move, 

And  give  to  thousands  rare  delight. 

"  Beliind  the  stump  !  "  bad  bo^'s  cry  out, 

As  Hans,"''  half  drunken,  passes  by. 
He  is  enraged  —  they  louder  shout  — 

While  stones  and  turf  around  them  fly. 
Shame  !  to  provoke  a  feel)le  man. 

And  call  nicknames,  and  shout  and  laugh, 
Although  he  takes  more  spirit  than 

He  can  sustain,  e'en  w^ith  his  staff. 

Suppose  it  were  your  father  who 

So  far  forgot  his  manhood  as 
To  drink  and  fall what  would  you  do 

If  boys  should  hoot  to  see  him  pass  ? 
Would  you  join  with  them?     No,  no,  no  ! 

Remember,  then,  that  drunken  Haxs 
Has  hoys  who  feel  their  shame  and  woe 

As  keenly  as  another  man's. 

Resist  at  once  when  wickedly 

You're  tempted  to  insult  another ; 
Perhaps  the  victim  next  may  be 

Your  neighbor,  father,  or  your  l)rother. 
Ask  God  to  keep  you  from  the  wrong, 

And  make  you  gentle,  mild  and  good. 
And  ne'er  permit  a  heedless  tongues 

To  speak  in  language  low  or  rude. 


58  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

There  is  no  siirht  more  beautiful 

Than  children  innocently  gay  — 
Who,  mindful  of  the  golden  rule, 

Are  kind  and  thoughtful  while  they  play  ; 
Their  hearts,  Avhen  free  from  every  stain 

Of  folly,  pride  and  sin,  presents 
A  scene  the  pen  essa3^s  in  vain 

To  paint  in  all  its  lineaments. 

"  Freeman  ^^^  is  coming  !  "     "Who  is  he. 

With  saw  upon  his  shoulder  hung? 
One  who  was  all  activity, 

Bright,  studious,  sharp,  when  he  was  young. 
Gifted  with  splendid  mental  powers, 

He  labored  with  a  riijfht  <2:ood  will 
Through  years,  improving  all  his  hours. 

His  mind  with  golden  thoughts  to  fill. 

Alas  !  there  came  an  evil  day. 

When  shadows  wrapped  his  noble  soul ; 
From  books  he  loved  he  turned  away, 

By  influence  he  could  not  control. 
He  sunk  in  darkness  —  and  alone 

In  solitude  from  light  he  crept; 
The  dearest  frieiids  were  now  unknown, 

Who  o'er  his  shattered  genius  wept. 

And  oft  he  seeks  the  worthy  poor. 

To  labor  for  them  without  pay  ; 
He'll  saAV  the  wood  piled  at  the  door. 

Nor  speak  a  word  throughout  the  day. 
And  thus  he  goes  from  cot  to  cot 

As  if  by  God's  own  finger  led. 
And  seems  contented  with  his  lot. 

Show  pity,  boys,  when  Eeason's  fled. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  59 

Light  with  a  smile  the  clouds  that  shade 

The  maniac's  brow,  and  never  dare 
Insult  whom  God  in  wisdom  made 

A  hopeless  victim  of  despair. 
Perhaps  a  Avord  may  chase  the  gloom 

And  light  within  a  genial  spark  — 
The  midnight  of  the  soul  illume, 

Where  all  is  desolate  and  dark. 

So  full  of  frolic,  and  so  sly 

Is  little  Jake,  he  scarcely  keeps 
From  fun  beneath  his  master's  eye. 

He  capers  round,  and  sings  and  leaps, 
And  throws  new  life  in  all  the  plays. 

His  sehoolmates  love  him,  and  delight 
To  pass  with  him  the  holidays, 

On  Rocky  Hill  "^  or  Bramiiall's  Height. ^^" 

In  summer-time  they  oft  resort 

To  Chase's  ^^^  logs,  on  Wilmot  Street, 
And  in  the  water  find  rare  sport, 

AAvay  from  dust  and  noonday  heat. 
Refreshed,  they  sit  beneath  the  shade 

Of  broad-armed  oaks,  and  stories  tell 
Of  giant  rogues  —  of  geese  that  laid 

The  ofolden  c^rgs — or  haunted  dell. 

And  thus  the  blessed  moments  pass, 

To  them  hoAv  pleasant  and  how  dear  ! 
Tumbling  about  the  fragrajit  grass, 

Where  birds  rejoice  and  flowers  appear ! 
Anon  they  climb  the  apple-trees, 

And  pluck  the  green  uuri[)cued  fruit; 
And  now  they  chase  the  humble-bees, 

To  strip  them  of  their  golden  suit. 


60  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

And  so  the  hours  run  gliding  on, 

With  not  a  care  but  that  which  goes 
With  the  departure  of  the  sun  ;  — 

Then  home  they  trudge,  and  find  repose 
Where  heaven  so  very  near  them  seems, 

Beneath  a  tender  parent's  eye. 
That  lost  in  sleep  and  blissful  dreams, 

The  night  in  quiet  passes  by. 

Proud,  arrogant  and  vain,  I  fear 

The  future  days  will  not  be  bright 
To  thee  ;  —  that  social  friends  and  dear 

Will  keep  from  one  who  takes  delight 
In  pomp  and  show,  self-love  and  ease. 

But  little  sympathy  is  found 
In  hearts  that  never  wish  to  please  — 

Where  pride  and  vanity  abound. 

Tom  thinks  it  shows  a  manliness 

To  strut  about  with  a  cigar, 
When  his  unseemly  ways  distress, 

And  every  social  pleasure  mar. 
He  does  not  see  the  fool  it  makes, 

To  ape  the  follies  of  the  day  — 
Nor  dream  what  little  In-ains  it  takes 

To  pufl"  tobacco-smoke  away. 

And  yet  he  finds  the  example  set 

By  men  who're  in  positions  high  — 
Who  love  to  chew  and  smoke,  and  yet 

Retain  their  moral  dignity  — 
And  even  ministers,  Avho  stand 

As  chosen  legates  from  the  skies, 
The  follies  of  the  tunes  to  ])rand. 

As  sins  demanding  sacrifice. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  61 

Preiichers  !  —  'tis  shame  to  call  them  such, 

Who,  wedded  to  a  nauseous  "weed. 
Beg:  of  their  hearers  not  to  touch 

Aught  that  unholy  passions  breed. 
They  urge they  pray  ....  "with  "what  avail, 

When  cherishing  a  filth}'  vice  ? 
Can  they  slip  o'er  the  devil's  tail, 

And  reach  the  bliss  of  Paradise  ? 

"For  God's  o"wn  glory,"  they  "svill  cry, 

"  We  smoke  our  pipes."   And  why  not  drink 
Brandy,  or  rum,  or  gin,  when  dry, 

And  at  the  thousand  evils  wink 
That  curse  the  Avorld,  and  man  degrade,  • 

xVnd  brutalize  the  God-like  mind? 
For  something  holier  Ave  Averc  made, 

In  spite  of  Spukgeon.^^^     Is  he  blind? 

Come  hither,  lad  !     What  trouble  —  hey  ? 

HaA^e  schoolmates  been  unkind  to  you. 
And  called  harsh  names  while  at  their  play, 

Because,  forsooth,  of  darker  hue 
God  made  your  skin?     Ah  !  did  not  He 

Give  you  as  kind  a  heart  as  theirs? 
To  3'ou  are  not  his  mercies  free  ? 

Is  not  heaven  open  to  your  prayers  ? 

Does  God  regard  Avith  favor  those 

Whose  skins  are  of  a  purer  white  ; 
While  his  compassion  never  flows 

ToAvard  those  Avho  are  as  dark  as  night  ? 
Did  Christ,  to  saA^e  the  perishing. 

Leave  the  l)riglit  glories  of  the  skies, 
And  shut  from  his  protecting  Aving 

The  humblest,  Avho  for  mercy  cries? 


62  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Ah  no  !     The  heart,  and  that  alone, 

Is  the  chief  object  of  his  care  ; 
And  children  of  the  torrid  zone 

His  rich  abundant  blessings  share, 
Alike  with  those  "who  live  beneath 

The  sun's  oblique  and  scattered  ra3's  — 
The  humblest,  weakest  souls  that  breathe  — 

Which  look  to  him  with  love  and  praise. 

Against  you  if  the  l)oys  be  set, 

And  vou  are  slighted  in  the  street, 
O  never  in  a  passion  get. 

Or  an  unfriendly  word  repeat. 
Be  studious,  just,  and  kind  to  all, 

Success  will  then  your  efforts  crown  ;  — 
You  yet  may  reach  the  Senate  hall  — 

Become  a  Ruby^^^  or  a  Beown.'^^ 

Far  better  still  —  your  heart  may  beat 

In  sweet  accord  Avith  truth  diA'ine, 
And  you  may  find,  at  Jesus'  feet, 

A  pearl  that  will  all  gems  outshine. 
And  when  at  last  a  crown  is  won. 

The  trials  now  severe  to  bear 
You'll  see  were  sent  in  love  by  One 

Who  richer  blessings  will  prepare. 

The  youth,  just  leaning  on  a  shelf 

Beneath  the  spreading  willow-tree, 
Is  always  speaking  of  himself — 

What  he  has  done  —  what  he  will  be. 
Surrounded  ))y  a  listening  sijuad, 

He  hugely  entertains  them  all  ; 
You'd  think  he'd  passed  ii  life  abroad. 

And  seen  whole  nations  rise  and  fall. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  63 

Where'er  you  meet  him  'tis  the  same 

Loud  egotistical  ciispla}^ ; 
A  subject  you  cau  scarcely  name 

But  something  new  he'll  try  to  say. 
A  lad  so  wonderful,  you  think, 

Will  be  erelong  a  brilliant  star. 
Pshaw  !  —  he  will  to  a  pygmy  shrink, 

While  modest  worth  outstrips  him  far. 

Glil)  tongues  and  frothy  impudence 

Affect  to  make  a  wondrous  show ; 
But  all  will  see  there's  lack  of  sense, 

And  marvel  they  so  little  know. 
The  good  avoid  them,  and  the  bad 

jNIay  stop  awhile  to  laugh  and  chat ; 
But,  wearied  out,  each  one  is  glad 

For  an  excuse  to  seize  his  hat. 

The  stately  lad,  with  brilliant  eye, 

Now  standing  ])}'  yon  shady  birch  — 
Who  listens  so  attentively 

To  what  is  said  at  school  or  church, 
To  gain  instruction,  will  command 

Respect  and  love  where'er  he  goes, 
And  in  the  future  he  may  stand 

A  Jenks  '-^^  or  Barxes  ^'^"^ —  God  only  knoAvs. 

I'm  sure  a  youth  so  diligent, 

And  free  from  vicious  practices  — 
Whose  mind  on  dnty  is  intent  — 

Will  not  the  prize  of  virtue  miss. 
From  error  and  from  crime  aloof, 

The  Lord  he  serves  Avill  surely  keep. 
As  he  Avill  have  al)undant  proof 

At  night,  and  when  be  wakes  iVoni  sleej). 


64  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Though  modest  Virtue  lowly  lies 

Beneath  the  crushing  heel  of  AVrong, 
I  see  him  in  the  future  rise, 

A  Christian,  eloquent  and  strong  : 
In  every  cause  demanding  strength, 

He  will  with  earnest  zeal  en2:a2:e, 
And  stand  before  the  world,  at  length, 

With  all  the  honors  of  a  Paige.  ^'-'' 

What  conscience  dictates  he  M'ill  do, 

liegai-dless  of  the  frowns  of  men  ; 
As  wisdom  guides,  that  course  pursue. 

In  public  halls,  or  with  his  pen. 
Which  will  God's  sacred  cause  maintain, 

And  truth  and  virtue  elevate  — 
And  lead  a  large  rejoicing  train. 

Till  welcomed  at  the  heavenly  gate. 

List !  there's  a  voice  so  musical. 

Its  cadences  upon  the  car 
In  gentle  nndulations  fall, 

And  make  me  stand  entranced  to  hear. 
'Tis  from  yon  child  of  flaxen  hair. 

Who  sings  spontaneous  while  he  plays  : 
Heaven-gifted  boy  !  he's  not  aware 

Of  his  exceeding  power  and  grace. 

Ere  Time  upon  his  brow  shall  Avrite 

The  wrinkled  lines  of  care  and  thought. 
His  nmsic  will  the  heart  deliiiht. 

As  if  with  strains  from  Gabriel  cau2;ht. 
God  help  thee,  child,  and  guard  thy  way. 

Lest  we  be  called  to  mourn  Ihy  loss  — 
Th(^  light  of  many  a  golden  day  — 

The  future  Thomas, ^'^  Winx'H  or  Strauss.'-" 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  65 

A  group  of  boys  are  talking  loud 

Of  what  transpired  at  school  to-da}^ : 
I  learn  from  one  who  leaves  the  crowd, 

The  master  checked  a  boy  at  play, 
Who  in  defiant,  angry  mood, 

Determined  order  to  resist, 
And  rose  in  threatenino;  attitude. 

With  flashing  eye  and  doubled  fist. 

Quiet  the  studious  boys  remained, 

Although  some  fear  one  mio-ht  detect. 
Until  the  master's  power  was  gained, 

And  the  rebellious  spirit  checked. 
And  each  felt  happier  as  he  saw 

Successful  triumph  of  the  right ;  • 
Good  scholars,  to  preserve  the  law. 

Their  earnest  efforts  will  imite. 

There's  Charlie,  with  a  Christian  zeal. 

Faithful,  and  honest,  and  sincere  ; 
How  oft  he  makes  a  kind  appeal 

For  God's  own  Word,  to  him  so  dear ! 
The  Bible  !  guide  to  youth  and  age  — 

Stamped  with  credentials  all  divine  — 
What  wisdom  glows  on  every  page  !  — 

What  mercy  breathes  in  every  line  ! 

It  brings  to  burdened  hearts  relief — 

It  sanctifies  the  cross  wc  bear  — 
An  antidote  for  every  grief— 

Sweet  solace  to  the  bowed  with  care  ! 
It  is  a  mine  of  wealth  untold  — 

A  treasure  of  exhaustless  truth  — 
A  fountain  where  the  poor  and  old 

Bathe,  and  renew  the  fire  of  youth. 
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66  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

With  only  Nature's  flickering  light, 

Unconscious  of  the  ]):ith  of  wrong, 
111  Superstition's  cheerless  night, 

How  blindly  should  we  grope  along ! 
No  hope  Avould  chuse  the  cloud  that  hangs 

Above  life's  dark  and  devious  way  — 
No  faith  relieve  the  mental  pangs, 

O'ershadowing  bright  eternal  day. 

The  Bible  !  —  friend  in  strife  and  gloom  — 

In  checkered  scenes  of  grief  and  woe  — 
The  only  light  that  can  illume, 

A¥hen  through  the  vale  of  death  we  go. 
This  treasure  may  you  daily  prize, 

Read  and  obey  with  patient  care. 
And  be  for  God  and  honor  wise, 

And  for  an  endless  life  prepare. 

That  peevish  lad,  as  if  he'd  bite 

The  tirst  mIio  spoke  a  pleasant  word  — 
Who  never  seems  to  take  delight 

Except  his  cross-grained  nature's  stirred- 
Who  sees  no  beaut}^  in  the  sky  — 

In  gardens  prodigal  of  flowers  — 
In  waters  gliding  peaceful  by  — 

In  summer's  soft  refreshing  showers  : 

Who  hates  the  genial  excellence 

His  waspish  nature  cannot  reach  — 
And  who  with  manifold  pretence 

Will  sometimes  nun-al  lessons  preach  — 
Who  daily  tramples  on  the  rights 

Of  others,  sacred  as  his  own, 
And  with  inflated  fury  lights 

With  sounding  words,  and  words  alone- 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  67 

The  fretful  child  !  —  I  fear  for  him, 

Should  he  to  manhood's  years  attain ; 
His  heart,  conceited  to  the  brim, 

Will  make  him  silly,  captious,  vain. 
If  I  should  find  him,  it  would  be 

Among  the  criticising  staff, 
Where  waspish  creatures,  such  as  he, 

Make  all  good-natured  authors  laugh. 

The  modern  critic  !     Jupiter  ! 

That  one  so  low  should  mount  so  high  ! 
Was  e'er  the  creature  known  to  err, 

Equivocate,  or  risk  a  lie? 
O  knowledge  vast !     O  wisdom  rare  ! 

O  truth  distressiuijly  severe  ! 
Genius,  for  thy  sure  doom  prepare  ! 

A  fool  would  blast  thy  bright  career  ! 

A  casual  peep  at  ponderous  tomes, 

And  rare  defects  will  loom  at  once ; 
You  learn  next  morning  at  your  homes, 

The  author's  a  consummate  dunce. 
The  man  of  consequence  is  he 

Who  graciously  reviewed  the  book  — 
The  Avriter  is  a  —  nobody  — 

And  his  vocation  he  mistook. 

A  whipper-snapper,  with  the  tip 

Of  his  metallic  —  what  a  fool  !  — 
Imagines  he  can  Genius  strip 

(Didst  ever  sec  an  ass  so  cool?) 
Of  honors  clustering  round  his  name, 

And  his  laborious  works  disgrace  — 
Then  damn  him  to  eternal  shame, 

While  all  the  Avorld  approving  gaze. 


68  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

One  so  contemptible  is  fit 

For  no  position  —  save  the  slongli ; 
He  has  no  honor  —  not  a  bit ;  — 

Meanness  is  written  on  his  brow. 
I  ask  no  prophet  to  predict 

The  end  of  such  a  venal  wretch  ; 
From  town  to  town  he  may  be  kicked 

By  every  able  Johnny  Ketch. 

The  wheedlino;  Editor  !  —  what  trash* 

Before  the  world  he  spreads  at  times  — 
Full  of  the  merest  wishy-wash, 

In  uncouth  prose  and  namby  rhymes  — 
"Written  by  men  in  public  ranks  ! 

Distinguished  names  have  power  to  brmg 
The  people  to  bestow  their  thanks, 

And  something  better,  that  will  ring. 


He  labors  for  a  great  man's  thought, 

And  gives  it  his  approving  stamp  ; 
He  knows  the  papers  will  be  sought 

By  many  a  literary  tramp. 
Who  must  admire  the  grand  ideas, 

Conveyed  in  language  so  explicit  — 
While  every  jackass  pricks  his  ears 

To  catch  the  praises  they  elicit. 

Thus  men  of  influence  write  for  pay 

The  Avcakest  twattle  one  could  think, 
And  please  the  pul)lic  —  lack-a-day  ! 

The  waste  of  pai)er,  time  and  ink  !  — 
While  thoughts  that  l)roath('  of  truths  divine 

From  men  devout,  unknown  to  fame, 
That  with  the  fire  of  genius  shine, 

Unread,  are  cast  into  the  flame. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  69 

'Tis  quite  affecting  to  behold 

How  men  who  chiim  peculiar  grace, 
Eschewing  vice,  and  love  of  gold, 

With  strong  disgust  of  power  and  place, 
Beneath  a  sanctimonious  phiz 

Annnl  the  world  and  its  contents, 
Yet  deem  no  whining  cant  amiss 

To  treasure  dimes  and  rusty  cents. 

Mark  !  — iiow  religiously  they  talk  ! 

What  self-denying  words  they  write  ! 
How  near  the  line  of  truth  they  walk ! 

How  zealously  for  sect  they  tight ! 
But  Heaven  with  indiijnation  scans 

The  follies  they  in  secret  mint, 
And  brings  to  nought  the  silly  plans 

So  piously  arrayed  in  print. 

Give  us  the  Editor  we  prize  — 

For  truth  and  ri^ht  the  heart  ao^low  ; 
Not  fawning  to  the  rich  and  wise, 

Nor  captious  to  the  poor  and  low  ; 
Not  haughty  to  the  men  who  see. 

From  humble  life,  a  mighty  evil  — 
Nor  harsh  on  those  who  dare  to  be 

Opposed  to  men  who  serve  the  devil : 

One  who  will  treat  with  kind  respect 

The  words  that  fall  from  honest  hearts. 
Nor,  basely  personal,  reflect 

On  him  who  from  the  ploughshare  starts 
Upon  a  cause  unpopular  — 

But  still  the  cause  of  truth  and  right  — 
Until  he  shines  a  l)riHiant  star. 

Above  the  ^vorld's  dark,  moral  night ; 


70  SCHOOL      IS      OUT. 

One  who  Avill  be  iii  sympathy 

With  the  down-trodden  and  oppressed, 
Nor  ask  how  great  and  good  men  see, 

Before  he  dare  unlock  his  In'east ; 
Who'll  speak  in  thunder-tones  when  Vice 

Unblushingly  with  Virtue  stalks, 
Nor  for  his  influence  have  a  price, 

When  red  Revenge  beside  him  walks ; 

Who  will  not  bow  the  knee  to  state, ' 

Nor  dicker  for  a  golden  crown, 
Whom  honest  praise  will  not  elate. 

Nor  bitter  censure  break  him  down ; 
Who,  wheresoe'er  a  jewel  lies. 

In  senate-halls,  or  on  the  turf. 
Secures  and  polishes  the  prize  — 

The  same  to  him  a  kins:  or  serf. 


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He  asks  not  where  a  brilliant  thouo-ht 

Fn-st  saw  the  light ;  he  only  knows 
'Twas  in  the  heart  of  genius  wrought, 

And  to  the  world  the  gem  he  throws 
Pleased  to  convey  to  other  minds 

What  greatly  has  enriched  his  own  ; 
And  thus  a  luxur}^  he  tinds, 

By  the  unselfish  felt  alone. 

And  if  he  cannot  sec  the  force 

Of  arguments  that  others  use, 
He  is  too  noble  for  recourse 

To  ridicule  or  low  abuse. 
He  meets  one  like  a  generous  foe  — 

Takes  no  advantage  Avhen  he  can ; 
If  he  defective  logic  show. 

Thinks  no  less  highly  of  the  man. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  71 

A  work  uiiheraltled,  and  backed 

By  not  one  influential  name, 
He  would  not  if  he  could  detract, 

But  rather  help  the  author's  fame 
By  pleasant  extracts,  culled  with  care, 

His  taste  and  talents  to  display. 
That  in  the  dwellings  everywhere 

The  humble  work  may  And  its  way. 

Such  is  the  Editor  we  prize  — 

He's  Avorthy  of  a  world's  renown ; 
Before  him  fadeless  garlands  rise,  '  * 

His  faithful  services  to  crown. 
His  spirit  with  that  grace  imbned 

Which  is  from  Heaven  alone  supplied, 
And  conscious  of  the  right  pursued, 

His  days  in  peace  and  pleasure  glide. 

Who  is  nneasy,  frets  and  scolds, 

And  of  himself  incessant  prates  — 
Who  never  for  ten  minutes  holds 

The  same  opinion  to  his  mates  — 
Will  be  uncertain,  Avhiffling,  vain, 

If  he  should  see  maturor  days  ; 
And  ne'er  that  high  position  gain 

Which  honest  men  delight  to  praise. 

To-day,  with  all  his  ardent  powers 

He  advocates  a  righteous  cause  ; 
Anon,  when  sleeping  seven  full  lioui's. 

Ho  fears  'twill  conflict  with  the  laws. 
He  builds  a  structure  strong  and  fair  — 

Its  just  proportions  all  achnire  ; 
To-morrow  he  bt'uius  to  tear; 

'Tis  scathed  us  with  consuming  Are. 


72  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He  is  a  minister,  and  loves  .... 

How  tenderly his  precious  flock  ; 

Their  Christian  efforts  he  approves, 

And  seems  as  stable  as  a  rock. 
He  Avill  not  leave  his  people,  no. 

Not  e'en  for  kingdoms  and  for  thrones  ; 
Through  life  he'll  guide  and  with  them  go, 

And  lay  with  them  at  last  his  bones. 

Whew  !  comes  a  loud  and  louder  call  — 

Position  strong,  and  better  pay ; 
He  is  content  —  'tis  useless  all  — 

Assures  his  people  he  will  stay. 
He's  restless  and  uneasy  —  thinks 

Perhaps  his  health  he  can  improve, 
And  almost  to  despondence  sinks 

Before  he  dare  an  effort  move. 

The  tempting  gold  —  the  ardent  friends  — 

No  wonder  he  is  sick  and  sad, 
And  secretly  a  message  sends  — 

"I  may  accept I  Avish  I  had." 

He  feigns  disease,  and  to  his  flock 

He  whines  about  the  unhealthy  town  ; 
His  constitution  has  a  shock. 

And  he  is  daily  breaking  down. 

If  he  should  drink  his  tea  less  strong  — 

Grind  his  tobacco  with  his  feet  — 
You  would  not  hear  the  doleful  song, 

Whenever  you  the  pastor  meet, 
Of  lassitude  and  aching  head  — 

Ideas  confused  and  general  pains  ; 
The  welcome  truth  would  be,  instead, 

That  he  in  health  and  vigor  gains. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  73 

How  many  self-denial  preach, 

While  they  are  Avecltled  to  a  vice  ! 
Strano;e  !  their  own  ar<>-uments  wont  reach 

The  idols  in  their  breasts  that  rise  ! 
The  sins  of  othei-.s  they  behold 

In  all  their  uoljncss  arrayed  ; 
Their  own  they  keep  like  choicest  gold, 

And  guard  them  closely  in  the  shade. 

He  asks  dismission,  and  he  prays 

That  God  in  future  prosper  them. 
Is  he  sincere  in  what  he  says  ? 

Does  not  his  course  his  words  condemn? 
Would  not  a  merchant  who  should  pledge 

His  sacred  word,  and  break  it,  be 
Condemned  by  all,  and  strive  to  hedge, 

Ashamed  an  honest  man  to  see  ? 

Should  Christian  men  Avhose  hearts  have  l)een 

Touched  and  redeemed  by  grace  divine. 
Be  privileged  to  live  in  sin  — 

And  on  the  walls  of  Zion  shine? 
Forbid,  Almighty  God,  forbid 

That  thine  anointed  ones  should  cease 
To  follow  truth  and  right,  amid 

The  Baal  host  with  crimj^ino-  knees. 

Teach  thou  thy  ministers  to  be 

Sincere,  devout,  upright  and  just ; 
In  every  path  to  follow  thee, 

Eschewing  ease  and  worldly  lust. 
Their  ])urpose  to  redeem  and  save 

From  sorrow  here  —  from  future  shame  — 
Nor  worldly  pelf  nor  honor  crave, 

And  thus  to  glorily  tliy  name. 


74  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Like  honest  Paul,  how  few  forsake 

The  darling  idols  of  the  breast !  — 
With  wealth  and  friends  who  dare  to  break, 

And  be  deprived  of  needful  rest, 
Their  bleeding  Lord  to  glorify? 

Who  Avitli  prevailing  crimes  will  deal, 
And  Avith  a  martyr-spirit  die, 

A  faithful  ministry  to  seal ! 

The  boy  so  plausible  and  meek. 

Who  worms  himself  around  his  mates  — 
The  sons  of  wealth  —  who'll  scarcely  speak 

To  humble  children  —  and  who  prates 
Of  rich  relations  —  will,  I  fear. 

Rise  an  inflated  nincompoop, 
And  on  the  stage  of  life  appear. 

His  kind,  true-hearted  friends  to  dupe. 

Interest  may  prompt  him  to  iniite 

With  some  religious  active  sect ; 
He'll  zealously  for  doctrines  flght, 

As  one  would  naturally  expect. 
His  object  —  to  secure  applause, 

And  friends  aroimd  his  standard  draw ; 
He'll  advocate  the  leading  cause 

For  the  best  good  of  virtue.     Pshaw  I 


The  loaves  and  fishes  catch  his  eye, 

And  while  he  pleads  for  truth,  he  knows 
Where  all  the  best  possessions  lie, 

And  with  full  strcncfth  for  them  he  ffoes. 
Who  should  know  better  yield  their  point 

When  he's  a  candidate  for  some 
Important  post,  and  so  anoint 

A  knave  to  lead,  long  years  to  come. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  75 

A  nice  fat  agency,  maybe, 

He  thinks  he  can  with  credit  fill, 
AVliere  gold  and  bonds  are  handled  free  — 

And  here  he  works  with  right  good-will. 
His  labors  wdth  the  times  increase  — 

At  least  he  seems  to  think  they  do  — 
And  so  he  asks  friends  greeting,  please 

JNIy  office  and  my  pay  renew. 

The  pions  souls  appreciate 

The  labor  of  his  heart  and  hands, 
And  therefore  do  not  hesitate 

To  yield  at  once  to  his  demands. 
They  give  him  all  he  asks,  and  more. 

And  lift  him  higher  on  the  round, 
Perhaps  beyond  full  half  a  score 

"Who  in  the  faith  are  far  more  sound. 

Words,  words  —  with  a  peculiar  knack 

To  blind  the  eyes  and  veil  the  heart  — 
Have  power  to  push  true  Virtue  l)ack. 

And  give  bold  Impudence  a  start 
High  up,  where  he  can  live  at  ease. 

And  smile  on  those  Avho  toil  below  — 
While  now  and  then,  on  bended  knees, 

A  w^ordy  [)rayer  will  downward  go. 

And  thus  a  fixture  he  remains. 

Firm  as  a  king  upon  his  throne  ; 
Friends  do  not  feel  the  silken  chains 

He  has  adroitly  round  them  thrown. 
Upon  his  merits  they  descant  — 

A  paragon  of  Virtue's  make  ; 
A  voice  from  Heaven  could  not  supplant, 

And  the  strong  cords  that  bind  tlicm  break. 


76  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Yet  had  they  l)iit  a  moiety 

Of  Yankee  common  sense,  methinks 
They  would  the  base  corruption  see  — 

(Excuse  a  Saxon  word)  — that  stinks. 
Instead  of  fawning  to  the  rich, 

And  growling  at  the  worthy  poor, 
They  would  not  hesitate  to  pitch 

The  pious  sniveller  from  the  door. 

Who  will  insist  his  friends  shall  hear 

The  tedious  story  he  may  tell, 
E'en  when  he  knows  the  hour  is  near 

To  strike  the  mornino;  school-hour  bell  — 
And  in  recess  still  lolls  around 

With  his  dull,  lengthened  rigmarole, 
If  but  a  single  child  is  found 

To  whom  he  can  a  portion  dole  — 

Who  fails  to  see  that  he  annoys 

By  his  eternal  clattering  tongue, 
While  thus  he  precious  time  employs 

With  words,  words,  words,  at  random  strung. 
Will,  if  he  grows  to  man's  estate. 

Find  few  associates  and  friends ; 
Men  will  not  stop  to  hear  one  prate 

Whose  tedious  story  never  ends. 

You're  out  of  patience,  and  beseech 

That  he  would  not  your  peace  molest  — 
(Of  all  good  mannci's  'tis  the  breach 

To  give  the  tongue  no  moments'  rest)  — 
But  still  he  talks  and  talks  airain. 

Says  nothing  new,  nor  to  the  point. 
Till  you  are  forced  to  be  so  i)lain 

As  to  unbend  your  lower  joint. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  77 

He'll  track  you  in  the  public  street, 

AVlien  not  a  moment  you  can  spare. 
At  church  —  on  change  —  and  Avhere  you  eat, 

AVith  some  device  to  split  a  hair. 
Perhaps  he'll  see  you  at  your  room. 

Or  when  you're  busy  at  your  store, 
And  half  your  valued  time  consume. 

Good  Heaven  !  preserve  us  from  a  bore. 

It  rained  last  night  and  filled  the  pond  : 

"Ho  !  for  the  boats,"  the  children  cry. 
Who  of  aquatic  sports  are  fond, 

As  to  the  sparkling  brook  they  fly. 
They  hiunch  their  vessels,  and  the  breeze 

Will  sometimes  waft  them  safe  across  ; 
Anon  they  wade  up  to  their  knees, 

To  save  a  little  craft  from  loss. 

They  load  them  with  a  mimic  freight, 

To  carry  to  a  distant  port. 
And  for  an  hour,  perhaps,  Avill  wait 

As  they  pass  island,  town  and  fort, 
Before  they  reach  their  destined  place. 

And  thus  the  sunmier  day  is  passed  ; 
With  blistered  hands  and  sunburnt  face 

Gladly  they  yield  their  sport  at  last. 

There's  lazy  Tom  —  he  never  knows 

When  he  is  wanted  —  what  ho  wants  — 
And  careless,  heedless,  slipshod  goes. 

With  slouching  cap  and  tattered  pants. 
Devoid  of  neatness  —  manners,  none  — 

He  finds  his  level  with  a  set 
Who  to  the  city's  vices  run. 

And  always  into  trouble  get. 


78  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He  cares  less  for  a  useful  book 

Than  for  a  horse-race  or  regatta ; 
Prefers  on  vicious  games  to  look, 

Than  read  in  Hester  or  Errata. 
He  seeks  no  place  of  study  where 

He  may  the  precious  hours  improve, 
And  for  a  nobler  life  prepare  — 

Foretaste  of  blessedness  above. 

He'll  prove  a  curse  where'er  he's  known, 

And  draw  from  honor  and  from  truth, 
And  cause  the  widowed  heart  to  moan 

O'er  many  a  once  bright,  virtuous  youth, 
Whom  by  his  precepts  he  has  led 

From  the  dear  fold  of  love  astray  — 
Whose  heart,  with  poisonous  precepts  fed, 

He  urges  on  the  downward  way. 

O,  what  but  grace  divine  can  save?  — 

And  from  Destruction's  open  maw  — 
An  early  and  dishonored  grave  — 

The  wretched  child  of  error  draw  ? 
That  grace  we  pray  may  rest  upon 

The  happy  hearts  Ave  now  behold, 
That  they  may  to  the  truth  be  won ; 

Their  names  at  last  in  heaven  enrolled. 

Up  with  you  !  stand  erect  and  speak, 

Kor  in  the  valley  hie  awa}^ 
As  if  you  Avere  a  guilty  sneak  ; 

Come  with  the  active  boys  and  play. 
There  is  no  reason  why  you  should 

Tremble  before  your  shadoAv,  or 
Fear  lest  you  may  yourself  intrude, 

When  there's  no  sin  to  sutfer  for. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  79 

Why  should  you  feel  as  if  you  were 

Of  lesser  consequence  than  those 
About  you  — that  your  mates  prefer 

More  headstrong  boys  ?     Your  action  shows 
A  lack  of  honest  self-respect. 

Such  feelings  you  should  now  discard, 
Or  you  will  suffer  from  neglect, 

And  be  from  inward  peace  debarred. 

Feel  you  were  made  the  equal  of 

The  scores  that  meet  you  day  by  day  — 
Nor  mind  the  ridicule  and  scoff. 

Get  in  no  passion  :  never  say 
Aught  that  offends,  and  you  will  bring 

The  silly  boys  to- change  their  course. 
Kind  actions  have  a  power  to  sting, 

And  fill  the  guilty  with  remorse. 

All  are  born  equal.     The  same  God 

AVho  made  your  neighbor  cares  for  you, 

And  none  his  footstool  ever  trod 
With  nobler  blood.     Your  duty  do, 

And  stand  upright  and  never  flinch 

■    Before  the  face  of  mortal  clay. 

There  are,  if  you  l)ut  yield  an  inch. 
Will  claim  a  foot  another  dav. 

The  child  who  loves  to  sit  l)eside 

The  rolling,  blue,  eternal  sea. 
And  gaze  upon  the  waters  wide, 

Inspired  by  its  immensity  — 
Who,  in  the  never-ceasing  swell. 

In  calm  or  storm,  with  awe  beholds 
A  Power  incomprehensible, 

Whose  mighty  arm  the  M'orld  enfolds. 


80  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Who  gazes  on  the  starlit  sky, 

And  in  those  burning  orbs  of  light, 
That  wheel  their  courses  silently. 

Beholds  the  glory  and  the  might 
Of  the  Almighty,  grand  and  wise, 

Whose  goodness  fills  the  miiverse  — 
May  lift  his  praises  to  the  skies, 

And  God's  unbounded  love  rehearse. 

With  Newton's  ^^°  genius  he  may  soar 

From  star  to  star,  and  measure  suns, 
Or  with  rapt  Milton's  ^^^  mind  adore 

The  grace  that  throuo;h  creation  runs  : 
With  thoughtful  Young  ^^^  he  may  descant 

On  death  and  immortality, 
Or  with  a  holy  Whitefield  ^^^  pant 

The  Saviour's  reign  of  peace  to  see. 

A  child  thus  thoughtful  cannot  rest 

Inactive  in  a  world  like  ours  ; 
The  o-enius  slumbering  in  his  breast 

Will  be  aroused.     Mind's  wondrous  powers 
Will  rise  above  ignoble  birth, 

And  from  its  stores  of  wisdom  l)ring 
A  thousand  gifts  to  make  the  earth. 

And  sea,  and  sky,  with  gladness  ring. 

'Tis  no  surprise  boys  turn  away 

From  reckless  Jim.     Tobacco-smoke, 
With  which  he's  scented  through  the  day, 

Will  every  decent  child  provoke. 
Who  begs  to  be  excused  the  place 

The  master  gives  him  at  his  side  — 
And  truly  thinks  'tis  a  disgrace. 

And  feels  a  little  wounded  pride. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  ■        81 

You  cannot  pass  him  in  the  street 

But  3'ou  inhale  the  horrid  smell, 
And  when  'tis  ninety  Fahrenheit, 

You  seem  upon  the  verge  of  hell. 
You  turn  and  twist,  but  can't  avoid 

The  fumes  that  mingle  with  the  air ; 
No  grateful  breezes  are  enjoyed  — 

The  poison  reaches  everywhere. 

You  sometimes  wish  to  take  a  trip 

Upon  a  boat  or  in  a  car, 
But  scarcely  leave  the  square  or  slip 

Ere  you  perceive  the  vile  cigar ; 
And  if  you  pant  for  Heaven's  pure  breath, 

Or  gaze  on  Nature's  beauteous  works. 
At  once  you're  strangled  half  to  death 

By  the  abominable  Turks. 

You  question  if  men  have  the  right 

To  poison  the  sweet,  wholesome  air ; 
You're  silenced  by  some  pert  young  wight, 

Who'll  puff  and  spit,  and  puif  and  swear ; 
And  to  avoid  a  harsh  dispute, 

A  Christian  temper  you  betray, 
But  look  upon  him  as  a  brute. 

From  whom  'tis  wise  to  turn  away. 

Boys  who  are  scarcely  three  feet  tall. 

You  find  engaged  in  low  disputes, 
Or  in  some  noisy,  drunken  brawl  — 

Where  language  vile  the  ear  salutes  — 
With  stumps  of  old  cigars  picked  up, 

Which  for  dear  life  they  puff  and  puff. 
Are  these  our  nation's  future  hope? 

Are  patriots  made  of  such  queer  stuff? 
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82  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Will  these  grow  up  and  represent 

The  sturdy  Puritanic  stock  ?  — 
Our  sires,  a  single  breath  who  spent, 

And  made  a  mighty  nation  rock? 
Will  they  sustain  the  noble  cause 

For  which  New-England  patriots  bled? 
Will  they  enact  those  equal  laws 

Which  blessings  on  the  world  have  shed  ? 

Will  not  one  vice  to  others  lead. 

And  overwhelm  our  land  in  crime  ? 
Will  not  Intemperance  hi  its  greed 

Drag  down  our  statesmen,  in  their  prime, 
From  the  high  seats  of  honor,  till 

Our  nation,  glorious  now,  and  great, 
A  byword  shall  become  ?     Thy  will, 

Great  God,  be  done  !     On  thee  we  wait. 

We  seek  thy  wisdom  and  thy  grace, 

AVithout  which  effort  is  in  vain. 
To  guard  and  keep  the  rising  race, 

And  from  iniquity  restrain. 
May  they  resist  the  tempting  foe. 

And  Avitli  a  martyr-zoal  oppose 
The  sins  that  now  unchecked  may  grow 

Into  imconquerable  foes. 

O  that  the  men  exalted  to 

Stations  of  honor  and  of  trust, 
Would  every  vicious  course  eschew. 

And  not  with  taste  corrupt  disgust 
Subordinates  who  wait  to  hear 

Words  of  true  wisdom,  and  to  see 
The  virtues  of  a  Christ  appear  — 

Grace,  love,  and  sweet  humility. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  83 

Some  ministers  —  we  will  not  name  — 

Enter  the  sacred  desk,  and  lift 
The  voice,  not  with  devotion's  flame, 

To  heavenly  ears.     This  is  the  gift : 
Prayers  mingled  with  tobacco-fumes, 

Which  permeate  the  air  around ; 
Poison  the  life  of  prayer  consumes, 

And  makes  their  words  an  empty  sound. 

Scarce  do  they  leave  the  sacred  place, 

Ere  to  their  idol  they  resort, 
And  doze  with  such  luxurious  grace. 

In  listless  ease  and  dreamy  thought, 
'Twould  seem  as  if  it  were  a  part 

Of  true  devotion not  a  crime; 

The  sacred  duty  of  the  heart  .... 

Not  Satan's  triumph  ere  his  time. 

Men  self-denial  preach,  and  yet 

They  never  once  their  lusts  deny  — 
And  good  examples  — while  they  set 

Such  as  a  virtuous  course  defy. 
Will  God  —  the  holy,  just  —  accept 

Hypocrisy  for  sacrifice  ? 
We've  yet  to  learn  that  fools  have  crept 

With  all  their  follies  to  the  skies. 

Thus  man  may  preach,  and  pray,  and  sin. 

And  hug  his  idols  to  his  breast  — 
Fast  horses  drive,  and  races  win, 

And  be  with  infidels  a  guest : 
But  knows  good  sir,  pretentious,  vain  — 

To  lust,  and  pride,  and  folly  given  — 
The  hypocrite  can  ne'er  attain 

The  glories  of  a  sinless  heaven. 


84  SCHOOL      IS     OUT. 

And  what  are  friends? — professions  too? 

And  the  respect  that  lionor  brings, 
Unless  to  conscience  man  is  true, 

And  in  his  bosom  virtue  springs  ? 
And  every  darling  sin  is  kept 

Subjected  to  the  Maker's  will  ? 
The  heart,  where  sordid  passion  slept, 

Will  be  perverse  and  vicious  still. 

"  'Tis  but  a  trifle  !  "  Will  exclaimed, 

In  foolish  pride  and  Avicked  jest, 
As  on  his  lips  profane  he  named 

The  Holy  of  the  holiest. 
He  thought  not  of  the  guilt  incurred, 

Nor  of  the  sinner's  doom  at  last. 
When  he  pronounced  a  wicked  word, 

And  all  the  children  stood  aghast. 

If  he  could  but  the  future  scan  — 

The  sad  efl^ects  of  vicessee. 
When  he  becomes  an  active  man  — 

An  idle  word  would  never  be 
Upon  his  tongue  —  nor  word  profane  : 

Ile'd  trouble  now  —  to  Gotl  he'd  pray 
Each  guilty  passion  to  restrain, 

And  guide  him  in  the  heavenly  way. 

"  'Tis  but  a  drop,"  Rolando  said. 

And  put  the  poison  to  his  ]ip&  ; 
L<ike  lire  it  through  the  system  spread  — 

He  felt  the  chilling,  dark  eclipse. 
It  proved  his  ruin.     When  he  thought 

'Twas  easy  to  resist  the  sin, 
And  freedom  and  true  peace  were  sought, 

He  felt  the  raging  lire  within. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  85 

In  vain  he  pledged  his  sacred  word, 

And  sought  the  connsel  of  the  wise  ; 
In  vain  the  voice  of  love  he  heard , 

And  prayers  that  seemed  to  pierce  the  skies. 
The  demon  had  supreme  control, 

And  chained  him  to  his  iron  will, 
And  now  he  lives  —  polluted  soul !  — 

An  evil  mission  to  fulfil. 

"It  is  a  trifle,"  said  the  lad 

Who  from  his  master's  drawer  purloined 
A  few  half-dimes.     None  knew  him  bad 

Before  a  vicious  band  he  joined. 
Unconsciously  they  led  him  on 

To  sin  and  crime  —  from  Ixid  to  worse  — 
Till  self-respect  and  pride  were  gone, 

And  to  the  world  he  proves  a  curse. 

He  wanders  like  a  fugitive. 

Almost  beyond  the  pale  of  hope  ; 
If  he  a  few  more  years  should  live. 

His  end  may  be  a  felon's  rope. 
'Tis  thus  with  those  Avho  yield  to  crime, 

And  in  the  path  of  folly  rove  ; 
The  oath  i)rofane  —  the  stolen  dime  — 

The  social  glass  —  their  ruin  prove. 

Life  is  made  up  of  trifles.     Mind, 

I  pray,  the  little  things  of  life. 
A  thouirht  —  a  look  —  a  word  unkind  — 

How  oft  do  they  engender  stnle  : 
A  smile  will  make  devoted  friends  — 

A  frown  true  friends  may  alienate  ; 
This  to  the  grave  of  sorrow  sends  — 

That  open  throws  heaven's  pearly  gate. 


86  SCHOOL   .IS     OUT  . 

It  was  a  little  thing  to  drop 

Ou  upturned  cheeks  a  parent's  tear ; 
Maternal  love  thus  put  a  stop 

To  a  midshipman's  wild  career ; 
And  changed  the  mind  of  him  who  proved 

A  faithful  and  devoted  son, 
By  nations  honored  and  beloved, 

Our  country's  father  —  Washington.^'* 

A  trifle  'twas  when  Newton  '^^  saw 

An  apple  falling  from  a  tree  — 
But  he  evoked  a  wondrous  law. 

And  solved  a  hidden  mystery. 
So  when  Galileo  "®  exclaimed 

"  The  earth  moves  ! "  in  the  public  street, 
'Twas  but  a  simple  truth  he  named, 

Which  priests  forbade  him  to  repeat. 

A  spider  spread  her  net  before 

The  entrance  of  a  gloomy  cave  ; 
'Twas  stronger  than  an  iron  door 

A  Scottish  warrior  there  to  save. 
A  passenger,  a  moment  late. 

In  anger  to  his  home  returned  — 
Next  morning,  thankful,  heard  the  fate 

Of  scores  upon  the  steamer  burned. 

It  might,  perhaps,  provoke  a  smile 

To  see  a  mother's  heart  intent 
To  teach  her  ofl'spring  from  a  tile  — 

(What  may  not  Christian  love  invent  ?) 
The  precepts  of  a  Book  divine, 

With  fervent  pra^'crs  to  heaven  ascending  ? 
It  gave  a  Doddridge  ^"  power  to  shine, 

With  influence  each  day  extending. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT  .  87 

It  is  a  little  thing  to  meet 

A  stranger  in  your  daily  rounds. 
Or  linger  on  a  busy  street 

To  listen  to  melodious  sounds. 
An  incident  like  this  may  prove 

A  source  of  sorrow  or  of  joy  — 
May  open  avenues  of  love, 

Or  many  a  cherished  dream  destroy. 

A  breath  may  chill  the  glow  of  health, 

Or  crush  existence  in  its  prime  ; 
A  Avord  may  bring  a  mine  of  wealth, 

If  spoken  at  a  favored  time. 
A  look  may  force  the  heart  to  grope 

Where  men  their  treacherous  snares  devise  ; 
Or  it  may  till  the  heart  Avith  hope, 

And  radiate  the  darkest  skies. 

It  is  a  little  thing  to  turn. 

From  virtue's  path  one  hour  aside, 
When  in  the  distance  you  discern 

The  silly  votaries  of  pride. 
Voluptuous  music  may  entrance. 

Till  3'ou  are  weakly  led  astray, 
And  join  the  song  and  mcrr}^  dance. 

Till  ruin  meets  you  half  the  way. 

It  is  a  trifling  thing  to  speak 

A  harsh  word  to  the  faint  and  low  ; 
Or  on  an  erring  friend  to  wreak 

Your  anger  l)y  a  frown  or  blow  ;  — 
But  harsh  and  angry  words  provoke 

And  deeply  agitate  the  breast, 
And  scathe  as  with  a  lightning-stroke 

The  warm  aflections  and  the  best. 


88  SCHOOL    IS    OUT. 

A  smile,  like  blessed  sunshine,  may 

Throw  beams  of"  gladness  all  around, 
And  make,  throughout  the  gloomiest  day. 

The  pleasant  songs  of  peace  resound. 
'Twill  lift  to  wondrous  joy  and  praise 

The  mind  half  sunken  in  despair; 
Or  cheer  with  sweet  melodious  lays, 

Like  blessings  on  the  wings  of  prayer. 

Beware  of  trifles.     Life  or  death 

May  on  a  simple  motion  hang : 
A  step  may  check  or  steal  the  breath. 

Plant  joy  within  or  sorrow's  pang. 
Watch  every  word  —  each  action  weigh  — 

And  wisdom  seek  and  grace  divine, 
To  guard  and  keep  you  every  day 

On  virtue's  straight  and  narrow  line. 

The  boy  who  treasures  the  unique 

And  fills  his  shelves  with  authors  old, 
And  when  he  finds  a  rare  antique 

Esteems  it  more  than  gems  or  gold ; 
Who  will  not  half  the  city  tramp 

For  something  notional  and  new ; 
Whose  mind  is  of  the  solid  stamp. 

Decided  for  the  right  and  true  ;  — 

Who  always  in  the  path  is  found 

With  Truth  and  Virtue,  hand  in  hand, 

And  never  ventures  on  the  ground 

.   Where  Follj^  puffs  and  flats  expand  ; 

Who  looks  on  all  Utopian  schemes 
Primeval  blessings  to  restore, 

As  idle  as  the  foolish  dreams 
llelatcd  by  grandams  of  }()re  — 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  89 


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If  he  continues  firm  and  strong, 

AYill  make  his  mark  upon  the  age, 
And  stand  against  the  power  of  wrong 

With  all  the  wisdom  of  a  sage. 
Perhaps  he'll  plant  his  standard  where 

The  right  requires  undaunted  nerve  ; 
And  should  a  host  his  courage  dare. 

He  will  not  beg,  nor  flinch,  nor  swerve. 

He'll  prove  a  useful  citizen, 

Whatc'er  his  calling,  and  secure 
A  place  among  the  noblest  men, 

And  make  a  name  that  will  endure, 
For  gencKitions  yet  to  be 

To  speak  in  honor  and  in  praise. 
A  Davis  '^^  iu  that  child  I  see 

Who  early  genius  thus  displays. 

Who  covets  what  his  neighbor  has, 

And  uses  unfair  means  to  gain  — 
So  voluble  and  full  of  gas. 

Which  decency  cannot  restrain  ; 
Who  makes  the  wrong  the  right  appear 

By  arguments  at  his  tongue's  end  — 
Pretending  to  be  so  sincere 

That  all  can  on  his  word  depend  ;  — 

Yet  artful  to  the  last  degree. 

And  sanguine  in  his  treacherous  schemes- 
Affecting  all  the  while  to  be 

To  his  companions  what  he  seems  — 
Li  riper  years  —  mature  in  mind, 

And  hardened  by  unholy  jn-anks  — 
The  wretched  one,  Avhere  shall  we  find 

But  in  disreputal)le  ranks? 


90  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He  will  not  with  an  honest  heart 

A  steadfast,  npright,  conrse  pursue, 
But  act  a  mean  and  faithless  part, 

And  every  man  who  trusts  him  jew. 
You'll  find  him  at  the  corner  stand, 

Watching  the  merchants  come  and  go, 
While  some  shrewd  project  he  has  planned 

Which  into  notice  he  would  blow. 

He  has  an  agency  to  sell. 

From  which  a  fortune  can  be  made ; 
A  patent  saw-mill,  or  a  weir, 

Or  a  self-moving  plane  or  spade  — 
That  if  3'ou  drive  with  all  your  might 

Unbounded  wealth  you  may  command  ; 
And  you  can  have  the  exclusive  right 

In  every  section  of  the  land. 

Perhaps  to  bleed  you  is  his  game, 

And  he  will  track  you  day  by  day. 
Till  you're  compelled  to  give  3'our  name. 

And  throw  a  large  amount  aAvay— «• 
For  what  ?     Insurance  on  3'our  life  ; 

So,  when  the  shroud  your  body  wraps, 
A  fortune  comes  to  aid  your  wife  — 

Unless  —  the  company  collapse. 

If  there  be  aught  to  anger  men. 

And  make  them  sometimes  harshly  speak. 
And  quickly  throw  aside  their  pen. 

It  is  the  bold  persistent  cheek 
With  which  they  daily  are  beset. 

By  agents,  vokil)le  and  smart, 
Who  have  no  mercy  till  they  got 

The  verv  life-blood  from  the  heart. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  91 

Determined,  if  you  will  not  hear, 

To  call  and  call  and  call  again  — 
Assured  that  they  will  win  your  ear, 

And  make  you  see  your  duty  plain. 
And  if  you  listen,  O  beware. 

Or  you  are  cauglit,  and  there's  no  help ; 
And  when  you're  trapped  and  in  the  snare, 

"Sold  ! "  you  exclaim.   "The  precious  whelp  ! " 

As  thick  as  berries  in  July, 

All  o'er  the  country,  east  and  west, 
Beseeching  you  their  wares  to  buy, 

Persistent  men  give  you  no  rest. 
They  flood  your  parlors  and  your  yards, 

And  hourly  hang  about  your  doors, 
With  goods,  or  circulars,  or  cards, 

Or  books  —  you  cannot  find  at  stores  I 

Sometimes  you  listen  —  if  you  do, 

Woe  to  your  temper  and  your  purse  ; 
Sometimes  a  generous  course  pursue, 

And  open  on  the  hateful  curse. 
But  if  your  wife  should  be  alone. 

With  all  the  tem^jting  wares  displayed, 
Would  not  yovn-  righteous  spirit  groan 

To  see  the  bargains  she  had  made  ? 

The  urchin,  cross-grained  and  morose  — 

Who  never  wears  a  pleasant  face  — 
Whose  nature,  inirefincd  and  gross. 

The  trancpiil  joys  of  life  delays  — 
Cannot  the  generous  love  secure 

Of  those  he  meets  from  day  to  day  ;  — 
From  tender  feelings  they  endure, 

But  do  not  choose  him  when  they  play. 


92  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

His  mates  he  does  not  try  to  please, 

Or  make  them  happy  ;  —  if  he  did 
Each  fresh  occasion  he  would  seize, 

And  not  their  social  joys  forbid. 
If  he  ])y  nature  is  inclined 

To  shade  and  gloom,  at  once  he  ought 
Friends  of  a  genial  turn  to  find. 

And  treasure  every  sunny  thought. 

Study,  my  lad,  the  merry  looks 

And  sprightly  words  of  those  around  ; 
Read  from  the  trees,  and  flowers,  and  brooks, 

And  catch  the  birds'  inspiring  sound  ; 
And  cultivate  with  patient  care 

The  tender  graces  of  the  heart, 
While  breathing  out  the  fervent  prayer, 

That  love  your  frozen  soul  may  start. 

So  if  inclined  to  dumps  and  blues, 

True  wisdom  to  relieve  will  haste, 
And  gently  change  your  morbid  views, 

And  purify  your  vicious  taste. 
By  power  divine  may  be  restored 

Kind,  generous  feelings,  that  will  last; 
And  those  your  friendship  once  ignored 

AVill  in  their  joys  forget  the  past. 

Ambitious,  proud  —  young  Eric  tries 

To  jiass  for  really  all  he's  worth ; 
Behind  conceits  and  vanities 

He  fain  would  hide  ignoble  birth. 
When  questions  are  discussed  among 

Men  of  rare  talents  and  renown. 
You  often  hear  the  stripling's  tongue 

Attempt  the  voice  of  age  to  drown. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  93 

Sometimes  from  men  disgusted  he 

Receives  the  merited  rebukes 
Which  he  deserves  so  righteously  : 

He  shoAvs  it  in  his  chagrined  looks. 
But  impudence  will  not  remain 

Lons:  silenced  —  humbled  in  the  shade  ; 
Important  self  revives  again, 

And  he  is  still  the  saucy  blade. 

As  years  increase,  his  foll}^  grows, 

And  insolence,  which  has  no  bounds, 
In  every  word  and  action  shows  — 

At  church  or  in  his  daily  rounds. 
How  few  respect,  nay,  can  endure 

The  egotistic  lump  of  pride. 
Whom  when  they  see  they're  always  sure 

To  turn  a  rod  or  two  aside. 

He'll  live  to  place  himself  above 

True  merit,  and  with  pride  Avill  show, 
In  whatsoever  path  he  move. 

How  much  a  simpleton  may  know. 
If  in  a  literarv  line. 

By  impudence  he  should  advance, 
How  will  the  precious  goslin  shine  ! 

How  keenly  will  his  pencil  glance  ! 

He'll  cut  and  thrust,  unsparingly, 

If  a  new  author  should  arise, 
And  not  a  line  of  beauty  see 

Though  gems  were  sparkling  to  his  eyes. 
But  notwithstanding,  slK)uld  the  work 

In  favor  with  the  public  grow. 
You'd  hear  the  miserable  shirk 

Exclaim  abroad,  "I  told  you  so  ! " 


94  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  influence  of  the  rich  and  great 

It  is  his  purpose  to  secure  — 
Or  men  of  talents  wlio  have  weight, 

Or  those  who  will  rebuffs  endure  — 
And  when  his  secret  is  devised, 

And  he  has  cat-pawed  all  of  them, 
The  great  community's  surprised 

That  Harvard  dubs  him  an  A.M. 

It  is  amusing  when  you  see 

How  cheaply  honors  are  obtained, 
And  know  with  what  facility 

Rewards  for  services  are  gained. 
A  man  performs  his  duty  —  lo  ! 

A  crowd  look  on  and  are  delighted  ; 
If  they  cannot  a  purse  bestow. 

Or  give  a  watch  —  they  have  him  knighted. 

A  minister  —  not  much  like  Paul  — 

Receives  a  good  five  thousand  strong, 
Who  will  accept  a  louder  call. 

Nor  dream  that  he  is  doing  wrong : 
And  so  his  people  stir  about, 

And  do  by  him  as  others  will, 
And  buy  a  house  —  a  fine  turnout  — 

And  for  six  months  they  keep  him  still. 

He'll  drive  fast  horses  —  sometimes  race  — 

And  daily  smoke  a  vile  cigar  — 
And  joke  with  scoffers,  face  to  face. 

On  public  streets  or  in  the  car  — 
And  when  the  Sabbath  comes,  he'll  preach 

With  all  the  unction  of  a  saint ; — 
His  words  will  fail  the  heart  to  reach, 

Though  he  with  Gabriel's  powers  should  paint. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  95 

Another  —  he  has  always  been 

An  honest  man,  and  eschewed  evil, 
And  hated  every  form  of  sin 

As  lie  would  hate  the  very  devil. 
He  did  his  duty  —  that  was  all  — 

But  childish  folly  will  not  cease; 
He's  bowed  into  the  Council  hall, 

Or  made  a  Justice  of  the  Peace. 

An  officer  retires  when  he 

Is  rich  and  fat,  and  slightly  gray, 
And  for  his  rare  integrity 

His  friends  meet  on  some  gala  day, 
With  pleasant  songs  and  Avords  of  cheer, 

And  costly  presents  not  a  few ; 
While  poverty  and  suffering  near 

They  never  heard  of —  never  knew. 

So  pleasant,  cheerful,  kind  and  good, 

Young  Stephen  has  a  host  of  friends  ; 
He's  never  l)oisterous,  wild  or  rude, 

And  with  the  humblest  condescends. 
When  troubled  by  a  lawless  set, 

To  take  his  part  and  plead  for  right. 
And  maiiy  a  reckless  youth  has  met. 

And  conquered  in  a  bloodless  fight. 

His  leisure  moments  are  not  spent 

In  vicious  plays  or  low  pursuits  ;  — 
He  feels  the  precious  hours  were  lent 

To  bear  for  heaven  immortal  fruits  : 
And  every  moment  he  improves 

To  learn  his  duty,  and  to  give 
Instruction  to  the  friends  he  loves, 

And  teach  them  wisely  how  to  live. 


96  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

No  "word  impure  escapes  his  lips  — 

No  ansfcr's  flush  is  ou  his  cheek  — 
No  thought  uukind  unconscious  slips, 

E'en  though  excited  he  should  speak. 
But  everywhere,  at  home,  at  play, 

The  same  warm  heart  is  felt  and  seen ; 
Pleasant  or  stormy,  every  day 

His  voice  is  calm  —  his  mind  serene. 

A  youth  so  full  of  promise  will 

To  manly  dignity  mature  — 
Requiring  no  extraneous  skill 

To  make  a  life  of  virtue  sure ; 
And  t(^  his  country's  honor  give 

A  name  that  will  command  respect  — 
That  like  a  Longfelloav's '^'^  will  live 

With  crowns  of  fadeless  garlands  decked. 

Friend  of  my  youth,  and  friend  to  all  ! 

Through  years  long  past  my  thoughts  fly  back, 
And  cold  and  cheerless  days  recall, 

When  clouds  were  o'er  life's  sunny  track, 
And  thou  with  love  and  Avords  of  cheer 

Didst  kindly  counsel,  till  the  heart 
Rose  from  the  valley  dark  and  drear, 

To  take  with  Hope  a  fresh  bright  start. 

Forever  busy,  active  Tom 

Will  suflcr  not  an  hour  to  weigh 
Heavy  upon  his  hands,  but  from 

Morn's  earliest  dawn  till  close  of  day 
His  hands  and  mind  are  well  employed 

In  Avork  or  books  —  sometimes  in  play  — 
And  then  each  moment  is  enjoyed, 

As  SAVcetly  pass  the  hours  away. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  97 

He  never  snarls,  nor  scolds,  nor  frets, 

When  mates  revile  or  coldly  frown  — 
And  never  in  a  passion  gets 

Should  some  uncouth  and  burly  clown 
Coarse  and  iusultinof  lanffuajre  use  ; 

And  if  his  master  speak  out  sharp, 
He  will  not  heap  on  him  abuse, 

Nor  at  his  words  of  counsel  carp. 

Though  he  is  young,  he  has  been  taught 

Lessons  in  wisdom  that  prevail  — 
Not  to  express  an  angry  thought 

Should  heedless  boys  his  faith  assail, 
And  if  offended  —  as  sometimes 

The  best  of  lads  may  be  —  he  keeps 
His  temper  in  control,  and  chimes 

His  gentle  thoughts  till  auger  sleeps. 

A  favored  child  like  this  will  rise 

To  seats  of  honor  and  renown, 
Lead  many  a  wanderer  to  the  skies, 

A  virtuous,  useful  life  to  crown. 
Perhaps  like  Bartol  ""  he  may  stand 

A  sentinel  on  Zion's  walls, 
Or  like  a  Lord^*'  the  press  command, 

While  Heaven  affirms  and  duty  calls. 

Artful,  designing,  crafty,  base, 

What  Avill  the  Avorld  expect  of  thee? 
Where  can  I  find  for  thee  a  place 

When  youthful  sports  shall  cease  to  be? 
If  now  so  reckless  and  debased. 

Say,  what  must  be  thy  standing  then? 
Will  confidence  in  thee  be  placed 

By  virtuous,  upright,  honest  men? 
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98  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

"Will  not  the  future  find  thee  where 

The  base-born  and  the  vile  consort? 
Seated  upon  the  scorncr's  chair, 

At  hunil)le  virtue  making  sport  ? 
Will  not  the  Christian  turn  aside, 

Vile  language  that  he  may  not  hear  ? 
Will  it  not  wound  the  merchant's  pride 

If  in  his  presence  thou  appear  ? 

If  grace  should  touch  thy  heart  at  last, 

And  all  thy  sins  l)efore  thee  rise. 
When  youth  and  middle  ago  are  past, 

How  will  thy  spirit  agonize 
To  see  the  ghosts  of  misspent  hours  ! 

The  means  of  good  forever  lost ! 
The  worse  than  wasted  God-like  powers  I 

The  blackest  crimes  with  pride  endorsed  ! 

There's  nought  will  so  disturb  the  breast, 

And  as  it  were  asunder  tear 
The  bones  and  sinews,  as  the  guest 

Who  comes  to  mock  with  keen  despair 
The  soul  just  roused  her  guilt  to  see. 

That  knows  not  where  for  help  to  turn : 
This  is  the  de})th  of  misery. 

The  tire  that  will  forever  burn. 

That's  right,  my  lad,  drop  words  of  love 

When  you're  insulted.     If  you  show 
The  spirit  of  the  gentle  dove, 

Instead  of  dealing  out  a  l)low, 
'Twill  please  your  Maker  who  delights 

When  kindly  acts  the  young  display  ; 
For  God  beholds  the  child  who  smites, 

And  turns  his  loving  heart  away. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  99 

The}^  call  him  coward,  it  may  be, 

When  one  defends  the  right  and  deals 
In  pleasant  words  —  who  cannot  see 

AVisdom  in  blows  and  base  appeals 
To  pride  and  passion.     Foolish  boys  ! 

They  fail  to  learn  that  he  alone, 
Whose  heart  is  full  of  love,  enjoys 

A  perfect  peace  —  to  them  unknown. 

In  all  your  dealings  never  fail 

A  gentle  spirit  to  betray  ; 
If  men  corrupt  your  faith  assail, 

Or  faults  forgotten  long,  array 
Before  the  public  to  molest. 

And  make  your  heart  in  sorrow  bleed, 
Drive  all  discomfort  from  the  breast. 

By  some  kind  act  or  generous  deed. 

For  inward  hatred  men  indulge, 

The  bitter  evil  they  would  do, 
Secrets,  most  sacred,  they  divulge, 

As  daily  they  your  steps  pursue. 
Keturn  a  blessing  —  never  show 

Illwill,  malevolence,  or  hate  — 
And  soon  your  most  inveterate  foe 

Will  for  your  approbation  wait. 

That  dark-eyed  boy  who  wont  permit 

Ilis  mate  to  be  imposed  upon, 
And  manifests  no  little  grit, 

Will  never  like  a  coward  run. 
Believing  he  is  in  the  right. 

No  matter  how  severe  the  odds, 
He's  firm.     If  need  be  he  will  fight 

With  all  his  strength.    He  never  nods. 


100  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

In  coming  years  he'll  be  the  last 

That  power  and  wealth  will  dare  oppose ; 
His  mind,  a  store  of  knowledge  vast, 

Will  bear  npon  and  crush  his  foes. 
Who  dare  contend  Avill  feel  his  ire  ; 

The  scorpion  words  will  prove  no  myth ; 
Will  rankle  like  consimiins;  fire. 

I  see  in  him  a  noble  Sjhith.^*^ 

Down  in  the  dell  young  Mobec  hies, 

Or  o'er  the  hills  away,  away. 
To  chase  the  golden  butterflies, 

Or  mid  the  tangled  brakes  to  play. 
He  feels  a  thrill  of  joy  nnknown 

In  many  a  cold  and  careless  breast, 
While  he  with  nature  all  alone, 

Drinks  in  a  pleasure  unexpressed. 

Sweet  child  !  as  now  I  look  upon 

Thy  glowing  cheek,  I  think  how  soou 
Thy  sunny  moments  will  be  gone, 

And  life  shall  reach  its  sober  noon. 
I  pray  that  God  may  watch  thee  still, 

And  shield  thee  with  his  tender  love. 
Till  thou,  like  MiTcnELL,'^^'  shalt  fulfill 

Thy  mission  here,  then  rise  above. 

In  thy  sweet  innocence  may  truth 

Shine  radiant  on  thy  peaceful  brow, 
And  all  the  loves  of  hap[)y  youth 

Incite  the  same  delight  as  now. 
May  no  corrupt,  unholy  thought, 

Shadow  the  sunbeams  in  thy  heart ; 
And  every  day  with  blessings  fraught, 

To  thee  superior  joys  impart. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  101 

Who  loves  to  sit  beneath  the  trees, 

To  hear  the  woods  and  mountams  ring, 
And  with  a  heart  delighted  sees 

The  lightning  of  the  swallow's  wing. 
To  Avhom  the  beauteous  flower  that  throws 

Its  fragrance  on  the  sunny  air, 
Instinct  with  life  a  wisdom  shows, 

That  lives  and  blesses  everywhere  — 

Who  lifts  his  soul  rejoicing  up. 

In  songs  of  gratitude  and  praise, 
That  love  has  tilled  life's  bounteous  cup, 

And  pleasnre  crowns  his  golden  days  ; 
Will  for  his  future  peace  invest 

A  fund  reverses  cannot  pinch, 
To  till  with  joy  tlie  happy  breast  — 

Perhaps  he'll  rise  an  honored  Clinch. 


144 


A  fine  developed  head  I  see 

Upon  a  fragile  form,  and  hear 
A  voice  so  rich  in  melody. 

That  cautiously  I  venture  near. 
Ah  !  gentle  one,  I  love  to  gaze 

Upon  thy  l)right  and  manly  brow  ; 
But  hardly  dare  to  speak  the  praise 

That  wonder  prompts  to  utter  now. 

* 

If  thou  art  spared  in  thy  career, 

I  know  thou  wilt  to  sorrow  prove 
A  friend  devoted  and  sincere  — 

Fill  hearts  depressed  with  life  and  love. 
A  Bailey's"'^  voice  me  thinks  is  heard  — 

Perhaps  an  Ilsley  "^  it  may  be  : 
Enough  !  it  has  my  passions  stirred, 

And  forced  the  prayer —  God  watch  o'er  thee. 


102  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

And  God  will  keep  thee,  and  bestow 

His  blessing  on  thee  all  divine  ; 
Make  streams  of  gladness  ronnd  thee  flow, 

And  suns  unclouded  o'er  thee  shine. 
He  owns  the  generous  soul  and  gives 

To  him  his  love  —  a  bounteous  store  — 
Beneath  his  smile  on  earth  he  lives  — 

Will  reign  in  heaven  for  evermore. 

The  child  who  loves  to  sit  beside 

Age  and  experience,  will  learn 
The  folly  of  contempt  and  pride, 

And  the  true  path  of  life  discern. 
His  heart  will  be  with  wisdom  fraught, 

And  whereso'er  he  goes  will  spring 
Joys  that  exceed  his  brightest  thought ; 

That  leave  behind  no  bitter  sting. 

If  others  rise  around  him  he 

Will  not  an  envious  thought  betray ; 
Within  his  heart  duplicity 

And  guile  will  never  find  their  way. 
Open  as  heaven  will  be  the  breast. 

Where  vicious  passions  cannot  thrive  ; 
Expelled  is  every  doubtful  guest, 

That  keeps  desire  for  sin  alive. 


^S 


Good  angels  o'er  his  pathway  stay 

Their  daily  watch  around  to  keep  ; 
Preserve  him  from  each  dangerous  way, 

And  guard  him  when  he  falls  asleep. 
Should  cares  perplex  and  troubles  rise. 

He  feels  a  hand  he  cannot  see, 
Directing  upwards  to  the  skies. 

Where  all  is  sweet  tranquillity. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  103 

Such  is  the  youth  who  learns  to  trust 

The  wisdom  of  a  Friend  divine  ; 
Who  but  a  fragile  cliild  of  dust, 

Dependence  feels  in  every  line 
His  Father  marks  for  him  to  trace, 

And  with  confiding  faith  he  pours 
His  heart  in  melody  and  praise, 

And  with  angelic  love  adores. 

To  him  the  future  will  l3e  bright, 

Whate'er  he  does  —  and  every  day 
Will  make  its  duties  a  dclislit : 

Peace  will  his  path  with  flowers  array ; 
A  Page's  ^*'  warm  and  generous  heart, 

May  slumber  in  the  youthful  breast ; 
A  Waterman's, '^**  perhaps,  impart 

Joys  too  refined  to  be  expressed. 

The  lad  well-taught  from  nature's  book. 

Now  gazing  on  the  glowing  west ; 
Who  calls  upon  his  mates  to  look, 

And  see  the  clouds  in  glory  dressed, 
As  low  the  evening  sun  descends, 

A  Codman's^^^  talents  may  display, 
•And  draw  around  him  troo[)S  of  friends, 

Whose  smile  will  cheer  his  future  day. 

Or  like  a  Sprague,^^"  with  vigor  he 

Shakespcrcan  beauties  may  unfold, 
And  sing  of  Curiosity, 

While  listcnuig  to  the  clink  of  gold ; 
His  "genius  wing  its  eagle  flight," 

Above  the  reach  of  vulgar  ken  — 
While  "dewdrops  from  his  plumes  of  light," 

Shall  be  the  joy  and  pride  of  men. 


104  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  youth  immoderately  fond 

Of  games,  Avheii  trifles  arc  at  stake, 
Must  liavc  a  care,  or  far  beyond 

Propriety  he  soon  may  break. 
The  plays  of  childhood  all  enjoy, 

And  age  is  with  you  in  your  sport ; 
But  you  all  Contidence  destroy, 

When  to  deception  you  resort. 

The  bloated  gambler  whom  you  see, 

With  blear  red  eyes,  about  the  street, 
Was  once  bright,  innocent  and  free, 

And  in  his  dress  and  person  neat. 
He  played  for  money  and  he  won  — 

Successful  still  he  played  again  ; 
He  drank  —  tlien  lost  —  and  now  undone, 

A  wreck  through  life  he  will  remain. 

Look  at  him  now,  debased  and  low. 

And  shudder  at  the  fearful  thought. 
That  you  may  to  his  vices  grow. 

And  to  his  misery  be  brought. 
O,  never  in  his  footsteps  go  — 

llislc  trifles  in  no  game  of  chance  — 
For  thoughtless  youth  can  never  know, 

How  fast  the  steps  to  crime  advance. 

Ne'er  from  a  young  comi)nnion  take 

What  is  not  jours,  or  justly  due  ; 
No  scheme  propose  —  no  bargain  make 

You  cannot  faithfully  pursue. 
If  you  arc  tempted  to  betray, 

In  hope  of  influence  or  gain. 
Reflect,  and  to  3'our  jSIakcr  pray 

That  he  your  folly  may  restrain. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  105 

Be  open,  frank,  sincere  and  just. 

And  ne'er  deceive  in  look  or  act, 
Those  who  in  you  confiding  trust  — 

Nor  with  an  envious  heart  detract 
Anght  from  the  merits  of  another  — 

AVhile  }'our  example  daily  proves, 
With  all  the  kindness  of  a  brother, 

Your  heart  with  warm  affection  moves. 

May  every  motion  of  your  lips 

Reveal  the  mind  just  as  you  think  — 
Xor  let  a  storm  of  words  eclipse 

The  real  truth  —  nor  a  slv  wink 
Convej''  a  thought  that  falsifies 

The  heart's  sincerest  utterance  ; 
And  never  dare  the  truth  disguise, 

A  wrong  impression  to  advance. 

Conceal  no  sentiment  that  may 

To  false  conclusions  lead  the  mind  ; 
And  to  confiding  friends  convey 

What  for  their  ears  was  not  designed. 
No  step  is  safe,  no  course  is  sure  — 

For  peace  on  earth  and  bliss  above  — 
But  that  which  springs  from  motives  pure  — 

A  heart  sincere,  and  Christian  love. 

To  one,  as  he  was  born  to  be 

Odd,  singular  and  whimsical. 
Nature  reveals  no  sjninictry  ; 

And  o'er  rare  beauties  lies  a  pall. 
The  Avaters  as  they  glide  along  — 

Trees  Avaving  in  the  jjentle  breeze  — 
The  l)ird  that  sings  (he  sweetest  song  — 

Bring  no  delightful  harmonies. 


106  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

If  summer  days  are  bright  and  clear, 

And  all  is  beautiful  around, 
To-morrow  will  be  dark  and  drear, 

And  fogs  and  chilly  winds  abound. 
If  friends  are  pleasant,  there's  behind 

Some  lurking  evil  they  conceal ; 
And  treacherous  acts  and  thoughts  unkind. 

Another  morning  will  reveal. 

And  so  morose  and  fretful  grows 

To  man's  estate  the  unhappy  wight ; 
No  kindness  in  his  bosom  flows. 

And  all  is  gloom  before  his  sight. 
If  prosperous  to-day,  he  thinks 

To-morrow  will  reverses  bring  — 
Half  in  despair  to  rest  he  sinks. 

Beneath  a  raven's  sombre  wing. 

He  will  not  trust  the  city  banks  — 

Defective  to  the  very  core  ; 
And  every  ship  has  rotten  planks. 

And  bonds  arc  stolen  from  the  store. 
A  general  failure  he  predicts, 

When  goods  are  high  and  wages  low, 
xVnd  apprehends  a  thousand  tricks  ; 

The  country  will  to  ruin  go. 

From  all  the  evils  that  prevail, 

And  follies  of  the  present  age  ; 
That  live  and  flourish  and  assail, 

And  a  malignant  warfare  wage 
With  institutions  and  with  men  — 

Deliver  us,  good  Lord  !  from  those 
Dull  croakers,  who  with  voice  and  pen. 

Threaten  us  with  unnumbered  woes. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  107 

A  fine,  briijbt-lookino:  lad  is  Lee, 

So  manly  and  sedate,  I  know 
If  he  shonld  live,  he'll  honored  be 

"Wherever  he  is  called  to  go. 
If  claimed  to  rule,  he'll  stand  upright, 

And  not  an  inch  from  duty  swerve, 
And  act  as  in  his  Maker's  sight, 

And  faithfully  his  country  serve. 

He'll  not  select  to  elevate 

Who  are  not  honest,  faithful,  just ; 
And  all  who  for  his  favors  wait, 

Or  ask  for  his  assistance,  must 
Be  fitted  for  the  place  they  choose. 

With  firm  integrity  that  none 
May  question —  giving  all  their  dues  — 

With  justice  shown  to  every  one. 

He  will  not  ask  degraded  souls  — 

The  vile  —  his  interest  to  promote  ; 
Nor  use  his  influence  at  the  polls 

To  gain  one  solitary  vote. 
Nor  will  he  to  secure  his  end 

Speak  daily  in  his  own  behalf. 
Nor  ask  an  editorial  friend 

For  an  inflated  paragraph. 

He  will  not  court  the  favors  of 

The  rich,  the  honored  and  the  great  — 
His  quiet,  humble  manners  doff 

For  any  gift  in  church  or  state. 
Just  as  he  is,  if  he's  approved 

He'll  do  his  best,  Avhere'er  he  goes. 
And  with  the  fear  of  God  mnnoved. 

Be  faithful  to  his  friends  (»r  foes. 


108  SCHOOL     IS      OUT. 

O,  live  uprightly,  generous  lad, 

With  years  your  virtues  will  increase  — 
And  in  the  Christian  graces  clad 

Life  ])e  a  round  of  joy  and  peace. 
Perhaps  like  Adams,'*'  you  may  stand 

Honored  in  editorial  ranks  ; 
Or  with  a  Smith  ^^^  or  Niles  ^^'  command 

Respect,  and  love,  and  grateful  thanks. 

A  nickname  for  a  worthy  man  — 

"Jack  Slack  !  "  ^^*  —  the  little  urchins  cry. 
Whene'er  the  humble  African 

A  group  of  children  passes  by. 
Sometimes  he  stops,  provoked  to  hear 

The  insulting  language  of  the  throng, 
And-  sometimes  in  his  eye  a  tear 

Tells  how  he  suffers  from  the  -WTong. 

Yet  he  is  calm,  and  never  speaks 

In  harsh  or  angry  tones  to  them  ; 
Their  good  will  and  their  love  he  seeks, 

Althoujjh  he  cannot  but  condemn. 
He  reasons  kindly,  and  a  few 

Are  moved  to  pity,  but  the  rest 
The  same  ungenerous  course  pursue, 

And  smile  to  see  a  heart  distressed. 

If  we  the  future  could  unfold. 

And  read  the  destiny  of  those 
Who  grieve  the  poor  and  mock  the  old, 

And  multii)ly  the  black  man's  woes. 
How  would  the  thoughtless  and  the  gay 

From  all  their  words  and  actions  cease. 
That  in  the  humble  bosom  prey. 

And  strive  to  honor  and  to  please  ! 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  109 

Reflect.     The  time  may  come  when  you 

Will  be  clecrepid,  old  and  poor ; 
When  your  bent  forms,  wet  with  the  dew, 

May  totter  at  souie  humble  door. 
When  for  one  cheerful,  pleiisant  voice, 

Your  weary  hearts  may  sigh  in  vain. 
O,  think  of  this — God  help  your  choice 

And  every  careless  word  restrain. 

Let  from  your  lips  no  thought  escape, 

Of  dou])tful  cast  or  vulgar  tone, 
And  all  your  daily  actions  shape 

By  Heaven's  unerring  rule  alone  ; 
And  pleasant  greetings  to  bestow 

Let  smiles  vour  cheerful  l)osom  liofht : 
A  chain  may  thus  be  formed  below 

That  will  to  angel  hosts  unite. 

There's  Bill,  a  roguish  little  elf, 

•  Deceiving  master,  playmate,  friend, 
Yet  never  does  a  wrong  himself, 

If  on  his  word  3'ou  dare  depend. 
He  cheats  you  with  a  solemn  look. 

And  Avhen  you  cannot  read  his  game, 
Marks  in  his  neighbor's  borrowed  book, 

And  scratches  out  the  owner's  name. 

He  takes  the  knives  that  lie  about  — 

Pencils  that  to  his  mates  belong — • 
And  hides  them  till  the  school  is  out, 

No  one  suspecting  him  of  wrong. 
lie  ])reaks  the  windows  when  unseen, 

And  robs  the  garden  when  'tis  dark ; 
And  in  adventures  low  and  mean 

Persuades  the  careless  to  embark. 


110  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Ah  !  such  a  youth,  unless  restrained, 

Will  down  the  steep  of  ruin  go  ; 
And  many  a  Christian  heart  bo  pained  — 

So  early  doomed  to  vice  and  woe. 
Perhaps  he  may  a  Burroughs  ^^^  prove, 

A  Avanderer  in  the  path  of  shame  — 
Or  like  a  Tufts  ^^  an  outcast  rove. 

With  curses  heaped  upon  his  name. 

Unchecked  by  law  he'll  wander  through 

The  labyrinthian  paths  of  sin, 
And  many  a  treacherous  course  pursue 

To  gain  —  nought  but  a  devil's  grin. 
Perhaps  —  the  greatest  of  man's  crimes  — 

He  may  deceive  fond  trusting  hearts  ; 
Or  for  the  gain  of  paltry  dimes 

Thrust  in  the  soul  envenomed  darts. 

That's  right,  my  lad,  defend  the  truth 

When  thoughtless  men  the  word  revile, 
(Support  of  age  and  strength  of  youth) 

And  turn  with  a  contemptuous  smile 
From  sacred  things.     In  wisdom  speak, 

And  in  your  heavenly  Master's  strength 
The  efforts  that  appear  so  weak 

May  work  a  miracle  at  length. 

No  labor  —  huml)le  though  it  be  — 

For  God' will  ever  prove  in  vain  ; 
And  if  no  good  to-day  you  see 

To-morrow  will  surprise  the  gain. 
The  seeds  of  truth  are  never  lost, 

Thougii  in  the  l)reast  they  dormant  lie, 
Amid  the  waves  of  tumult  tossed  : 

Fruit  will  be  glorious  by-and-by. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  Ill 

When  words  profane  are  spoken,  dare 

In  love  reprove.     Speak  of  the  guilt 
Incurred  by  the  reviler's  prayer, 

And  if  unheeded,  yet  thou  wilt 
Have  something  gained.     The  meek  reproof 

May  in  the  quiet  of  the  night, 
Beneath  the  radiant  starry  roof, 

The  young  and  thoughtless  sinner  smite. 

Words  fitly  spoken  have  ofttimcs 

Led  many  a  Avanderer  to  the  skies. 
Who  once  was  hardened  in  his  crimes. 

And  sunk  in  misery  and  vice. 
So  speak,  my  lad,  and  check  the  voice, 

Profanely  raised  to  God  and  heaven, 
And  your  young  heart  may  yet  rejoice 

To  know  the  wretch  has  been  forgiven. 

When  life  is  closing,  sweet  will  be 

The  thought,  you  have  not  lived  in  vain  ; 
Virtue  and  firm  integrity 

Will  surely  bring  eternal  gain. 
Angels  will  sing  around  your  bed. 

In  glorious  strains  before  imknown. 
Till  through  a  sea  of  glory  led 

You  stand  approved  before  the  throne. 

Although  a  poor  and  lonely  lad  — 

With  few  to  love  him  and  be  kind  — 
And  in  coarse  garments  thmly  clad  — 

In  little  James  I  always  find 
A  genial  heart,  that  makes  his  face 

With  heavenly  kindness  sweetly  glow  ; 
And  in  his  studies  or  his  place 

Exuberant  his  spirits  flow. 


112  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

No  lano^uaofe  coarse  or  unrefined 

Escapes  his  lips  ;  no  vicious  thought 
Has  stained  his  purity  of  mind, 

Or  an  unholy  passion  wrought. 
His  time  he  faithfully  improves, 

And  to  excel  in  wisdom  strives ; 
And  books  of  history  he  loves, 

And  works  on  which  his  virtue  thrives. 

His  precious  evenings  are  not  lost 

In  idle  talk  or  trivial  sjDort ; 
Of  every  hour  he  makes  the  most, 

At  church  or  where  the  wise  resort. 
The  mind  to  enlarge  and  elevate, 

With  truth  important  or  severe  ; 
And  to  the  talented  debate 

He  lends  a  quick  attentive  ear. 

His  deeds  will  be  recorded  high 

Upon  the  generous  scroll  of  fame  ; 
A  thousand  hearts  may  learn  thereby 

To  escape  a  life  of  sin  and  shame. 
Perhaps,  a  HoLDEN^^'^he  will  rise  — 

A  zealous  Fairbanks  ^^Mie  ma}^  be  — 
A  "Willis, ^'^  gentle,  active,  wise  — 

A  Beckett, ^^^  charmed  by  poetry. 

There's  Ichabod  —  upon  his  face 

There  seldom  plaj^s  a  smile.     He  feels 
Unhappy  everywhere.     No  place 

Is  beautiful  to  him.     Where  steals 
The  fragrant  breeze  —  where  flowerets  bloom , 

And  <2:loAvin2:  scenes  the  hearts  dcliii^ht 
That  nature  love,  he  feels  a  gloom, 

And  hears  the  wail  of  winter's  night. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  113 

As  years  increase  his  breast  will  be 

The  seat  of  still  iinholier  things ; 
Beneath  the  brightest  skies  he'll  see 

Clouds  brooding  -with  their  sombre  wings. 
In  landscapes,  to  the  poet's  eye 

So  full  of  beauty,  he  perceives 
Nought  but  deca}',  and  hears  the  sigh 

Of  moaning  winds  and  dying  leaves. 

When  bloom  is  on  the  youthful  cheeks. 

The  future  years  he  brings  to  view. 
And  of  a  dismal  season  speaks, 

When  beauty  fjides  and  joys  are  few : 
Robust  in  health  anticipates 

The  days  of  darkness  and  distress. 
And  sorrowing  sits  beside  the  gates 

Enclosing  tombs  and  rottenness. 

If  trouble  come  not  fast  enough, 

He  borrows  for  the  present  day, 
And  makes  the  smoothest  pathway  rough 

By  thorns  he  plants  along  the  way. 
There's  nothinoj  beautiful  or  briirht. 

But  in  a  moment  it  will  fade  ; 
The  morning's  sweet  and  golden  light 

Is  soon  enveloped  by  a  shade. 

In  gazing  on  an  angel  child 

He  dreams  the  hour  has  come  when  he, 
By  follies  and  by  sins  dclilcd, 

Struggles  with  want  and  misery. 
Upon  the  ])row  of  innocence 

The  wrinkled  cares  of  age  are  set ; 
Slow  speech  and  tottering  stops  commence 

Gray  locks  with  autunm  dews  are  wet. 


114  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Thus  all  around  is  gloom  and  doubt, 

And  doleful  voices  fill  the  air  ; 
'Tis  dark  within  and  cold  Avithout, 

And  shadows  riot  everywhere. 
Poor  fool,  awake  !     Thy  God  is  wise  — 

He  made  thee  for  a  happy  man, 
And  filled  with  beauty  earth  and  skies  ; 

Yet  thou  wouldst  thwart  great  nature's  plan . 

With  a  determined  heart  disperse 

The  clouds  that  gather  o'er  thy  track, 
Nor  lonsrer  draw  a  dismal  hearse 

And  clothe  Creation's  smiles  in  black. 
Instead  of  lingering  in  the  mire, 

And  dreaming  of  eternal  ill, 
Let  heavenly  love  thy  heart  inspire. 

And  prompt  to  do  thy  Maker's  will. 

As  Lewis  ^^^  passes  Fred  cries  out, 

And  throws  a  stone  and  hides  away, 
And  all  the  boys  begin  to  shout 

As  if  they  had  a  gala  day. 
The  good  old  man  in  vain  essays 

To  find  the  culprit  —  all  arc  mum  : 
He  passes  on  —  a  cry  they  raise  — 

The  master  comes  and  they  are  dumb. 

The  heedless  boys  —  and  do  they  think 

Thev  ever  shall  <2:row  old  and  be 
Lifirm,  and  totter  on  life's  brink. 

Mid  days  of  dark  adversity  ? 
Never.     The  thought  would  make  them  kind 

To  all  the  wretched  and  the  poor  — 
While  thousand  l)lessings  they  would  find. 

Their  health  and  comfort  to  secure. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  115 

Pity  -would  glow  within  the  breast, 

And  love  command  the  thoughtless  tongue, 
And  many  a  happy  angel  guest 

Would  every  day  be  found  among 
The  aged  and  infirm.     And  when 

A  weaiy  pilgrim  walks  the  streets 
He  would  be  known  from  other  men 

By  the  kind  sympathy  he  meets. 

There's  Nathan,  with  his  pocket  full 

Of  ancient  coins  and  brumejums, 
Which  he  is  taking  to  the  school  - 

To  shuffle  till  the  master  comes. 
At  home  he  has  a  dozen  drawers 

Stored  with  rare  books  and  manuscripts, 
Quaint  prints,  old  Massachusetts  Laws, 

And  figures  drawn  on  musty  slips. 

And  he  pursues  with  patient  care 

What  other  children  careless  throw 
Into  the  flames.     To  him  'tis  rare, 

Or  in  the  future  will  be  so  ; 
Should  he  continue  to  secure 

And  lay  old  books  and  papers  by. 
He'll  i-ise  a  Siiurtleff  ^"^^or  a  Ewek,^^^ 

To  make  a  name  that  will  not  die. 

A  child  who  from  Purpooduck  ^"  came 

A  little  knowledge  to  obtain, 
Is  fretted  oft  and  put  to  shame 

By  boys  as  wicked  as  they're  vain. 
Perhaps  he  is  not  neatly  dressed, 

Like  children  living  in  the  town  ; 
Or  his  slow  thoughts  may  bo  expressed 

In  language  of  a  rustic  clown. 


116  SCHOOL      IS      OUT. 

He  is  not  used  to  city  ways, 

And  boys  who  should  know  better,  vex. 
And  wont  allow  him  in  their  plays, 

And  treat  him  roughly  and  perplex. 
They  often  throw  his  cap  aside. 

And  step  upon  his  cowhide  boots, 
And  if  he  should  their  folly  chide. 

The  air  resounds  with  noisy  hoots. 

How  will  they  feel  in  after  years 

To  see  the  slighted  scholar  rise, 
By  strength  of  mind,  above  his  peers, 

Companions  of  the  great  and  wise  ! 
The  like  has  been  —  will  be  again  : 

So  measure  not  by  dress  or  gold, 
And  to  the  humblest  give  no  pain. 

Nor  leave  him  shiverinc:  in  the  cold. 


o 


Lift  up  the  timid  —  bless  the  poor  — 

And  when  a  slighted  one  you  find, 
Open  to  him  afiection's  door, 

And  be  your  love  around  him  twined. 
Each  word  to  soothe  the  heart  of  woe, 

Each  pleasant  smile  in  kindness  given. 
Each  look  in  kindness  you  bestow. 

Will  bring  you  nearer  God  and  heaven. 

A  squad  with  rare  intelligence 

Arc  reading  ncath  McLellan's  ^^^  trees  ; 
The  papers  are  just  out,  and  hence 

The  action  of  these  busy  bees. 
The  Argus  ^^  some  —  some  the  Gazette '•''- 

Others  the  Y.vxkee,'*^'*  TKinuxE,^''^  take  — 
A  few  are  on  the  MiRiioui^oset  — 

Greedy  for  thought  and  Avidc  awake. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  117 

The  information  they  obtain 

May  help  them  at  a  future  clay ; 
However  slight,  the  precious  grain 

Will  in  the  mind  be  stored  away, 
To  yield  its  fruit  in  years  ahead, 

When  in  the  whirl  of  business  cast ; 
Preparing  them  around  to  shed 

A  light  that  may  forever  last. 

"  You  little  red-head,  hold  your  tongue  ! " 

Exclaimed  a  coarse  and  ill-bred  lad, 
To  one  whose  voice  of  music  rung  — 

And  golden  locks  of  beauty  had. 
The  child  was  grieved  and  ran  away, 

To  revel  witii  the  birds  and  flowers  ; 
His  song  to  mingle  Avitli  the  lay 

That  charmed  the  happy  summer  hours. 

O,  how  debased  the  nature  is 

Of  careless,  rude  and  reckless  boys  ; 
Who  kind  and  generous  thoughts  dismiss, 

For  low  pursuits  and  vicious  joys. 
Who  when  they  dare,  insulting  throw 

Words  of  reproach  —  allusions  base  — 
AVith  not  sufficient  sense  to  know 

That  on  themselves  they  bring  disgrace. 

Judicious  youth  reflects  whene'er 

Inclined  to  speak,  for  fear  ho  may 
Pain  the  kind  heart  and  bring  a  tear. 

Or  check  the  footsteps  light  and  gay. 
He  loves  to  see  rejoicing  hearts. 

And  hear  the  happy  children  sing  ; 
And  with  a  generous  soul  imparts, 

The  joys  that  in  his  bosom  s[)ring. 


118  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Should  l)oclilv  defects  be  seen, 

He  with  a  noble  heart  conceals ; 
And  if  he  knows  an  action  mean 

Among  the  friends  with  whom  he  deals, 
'Tis  not  divulged  —  he  but  perceives 

The  pleasant  only  and  the  kind ; 
And  every  troubled  soul  relieves, 

By  being  to  his  foibles  blind. 

Seated  upon  a  stone  moss-grown, 

A  dozen  rods  from  Huckler's  Roav,^^ 
A  coarse  shawl  o'er  her  shoulders  thrown, 

And  ftided  dress,  made  long  ago  — 
Tattered  and  torn  —  with  bonnet  brown, 

Not  of  the  modern  style  —  and  shoes 
That  might  have  fitted  George's  clown  — 

Down  at  the  heels,  wdth  strings  to  lose  — 

A  grim  old  woman  musing  sits. 

Or  listens  to  the  noisy  throng ; 
The  sallies  of  their  sharpest  wits 

She  heeds  not  as  they  pass  along. 
A  bundle  on  her  arm  contains 

Herbs  she  has  gathered  near  the  Creek, "^ 
By  selling  which  a  pittance  gains, 

Now  she  is  helpless,  old  and  weak. 

They  call  her  Coot  "'  —  the  reason  why 

I  never  yet  have  learned  ;  perhaps 
It  was  because  her  dark  gray  eye 

Was  lustreless,  below  the  gaps 
That  age  and  misery  had  made 

Upon  her  forehead,  dingy  brown; 
Or  that  slio  seemed  a  cra/y  jade 

While  pacing  through  the  dusty  town. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  119 

Familiar  to  the  eye  of  all 

Is  the  bent  form  at  every  door ; 
In  cold  or  heat  Coot  makes  a  call 

And  gets  the  food  she  asks  and  more  : 
Thus  kindly  treated  by  all  ranks 

She  goes  contented  on  her  Avay, 
As  she  bestows  her  grateful  thanks 

In  hopes  to  meet  another  day. 

Strict  to  obey  a  parent's  word, 

Or  listen  to  the  master's  call, 
"With  not  a  duty  known  deferred, 

Just  and  upright  is  honest  Paul. 
On  others  he  will  not  depend 

Whene'er  his  task  may  be  severe. 
Nor  beg  of  some  experienced  friend 

To  make  it  more  distinct  and  clear. 

On  his  own  effort  he  relies. 

And  labors  with  assiduous  care. 
That  he  may  daily  gro^v  more  wise 

And  for  a  worthy  life  prepare. 
What  ho  cannot  by  searching  hud 

He  may  sometimes  his  teacher  ask ; 
To  study  and  enrich  the  mind 

He  linds  is  not  an  easy  task. 

AVith  studious  habits,  and  a  heart 

Firm  in  the  riirht,  I  think  I  see 
The  youth  upon  a  mission  start 

To  spend  his  days  most  usefully. 
Perhaps  like  Cummings  "*he  may  give 

His  talents  to  the  church  of  God  ; 
Or  daily  like  a  CiiAriN  ™  live. 

And  walk  the  path  the  Saviour  trod. 


120  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Like  Gardner  ^''^  he  may  spend  his  days 

In  arduous  labors  with  the  youth, 
Asking  but  this  —  what  greater  praise  ?  — 

To  see  them  wedded  to  the  truth. 
Or  with  an  Ingraham  '"  success 

May  steadily  his  steps  attend, 
Whose  sacred  thoughts  will  run  the  press 

When  to  the  grave  he  shall  descend. 

"Fresh  clams  for  sale  ! "  rings  out  a  voice  ;  — 

Look  !  brawny  Cash  "^  is  passing  by  ; 
The  sound  is  echoed  by  the  boys, 

And  loud  and  louder  is  the  cry. 
The  rough  old  man,  as  on  he  goes, 

Regards  not  laugh  or  noisy  shout  — 
For  ere  the  evening  sun  he  knows 

Some  friend  will  kindly  buy  him  out. 

And  then  he  to  his  home  repairs, 

On  Scarborough's  ^'^  most  barren  spot. 
And  with  his  wife  and  children  shares 

The  comforts  of  an  hmnble  cot. 
'Twere  well  if  he  could  only  see 

The  folly  of  his  course  at  times, 
And  shun  the  tempting  groggcry 

Where  wretches  steal  his  hard-earned  dimes. 

How  many  half  their  living  spend 

For  that  which  pain  and  sorrow  brings, 
And  ere  their  lives  of  misery  end. 

Torments  the  soul  like  scorpion  stings ! 
Be  on  your  guard  —  resist  Avith  prayer 

Tlic  tempter  when  he  would  betray, 
And  never  for  a  moment  dare 

To  herd  with  those  who  watch  to  slay. 


SCHOOL      IS      OUT.  121 

Stand  manfully  against  the  vice 

Which  millions  of  our  race  clestroys  — 
That  clothes  Avith  sackcloth  radiant  skies, 

And  saps  the  fount  of  heavenly  joys  ; 
A  vice  which  drags  to  ruin  down 

The  generous  natures  and  the  best, 
And  makes  the  ghosts  of  Hades  frown 

Where  beauty  smiled  and  love  caressed. 

The  child  who  from  the  walk  removes 

An  orange  peel,  that  carelessly 
Is  thrown,  a  benefactor  proves 

Thus  early  ;  and  what  be  may  be, 
With  a  regard  for  others'  weal, 

Preventing  accident  and  pain, 
With  kindness  such  as  angels  feel, 

And  love  no  interest  can  restrain, 

I  may  not  tell.     But  this  I  know. 

He  will  a  tide  of  suflering  stay 
And  in  a  world  of  sorrow  throw. 

As  if  from  heaven,  full  many  a  ray 
Of  sunny  peace  and  radiant  joy, 

To  cheer  the  darkest  hours  of  gloom. 
The  bud,  expanding  in  the  boy, 

lu  wondrous  loveliness  will  bloom 

In  future  years  ....  in  age  mature  .... 

And  scatter  fragrance  everywhere  ; 
For  others  he  will  pain  endure, 

And  man's  extremest  anguish  share. 
A  friend  to  all,  he'll  ui)waid  h^ad, 

Through  storm  and  grief,  till  thousands  sec 
Whence  hope,  and  strength,  and  peace  proceed, 

And  learn  to  trust  a  Deity. 


122  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

To  save  from  accident  and  crime, 

He'll  labor  earnestly  and  long, 
Devoting  talents,  -wealth  and  time. 

With  fervent  prayers  and  faith  that's  strong. 
He'll  not  reproach  the  criminal, 

The  careless,  heedless,  nor  the  base  ; 
Bnt  reason  kindly  till  they  all 

Admit  their  faults  and  change  their  ways. 

Perhaps,  beside  the  sluggard's  door 

He  may  for  earnest  action  plead ; 
Or  with  the  genius  of  a  Poor  ^^^ 

Bring  boldly  out  his  country's  need  : 
Herculean  laborer,  he  may  go 

From  town  to  town,  from  state  to  state, 
And  to  the  slumbering  millions  show 

The  glories  that  for  them  await. 

An  Adams  ^^M^ind,  benevolent. 

He  may  uphold  the  trembling  hands 
Of  penury,  till  old  and  bent, 

Eun  out  at  last  life's  flickering  sands. 
To  sacred  truth  disseminate. 

Like  SiiiRLEY,^*^  he  may  give  his  powers, 
Joyful  at  last  to  leap  the  gate 

And  reach  a  brighter  world  than  ours. 

Who'll  not  destroy  a  single  thing 

That  may  of  use  to  others  prove  — 
Protects  the  birds  that  sweetly  sing, 

And  pets  the  beasts  that  round  him  move ; 
Who  though  he  be  in  pressing  need, 

Will  never  lift  a  sordid  prayer, 
And  with  no  thought  of  Bclfish  greed, 

With  others  will  his  comforts  share  — 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  123 

Who  sees  with  love  and  pitying  eye 

The  sorrows  that  our  steps  attend  — 
The  path  of  virtuous  poverty  — 

And  is  to  all  a  faithful  friend  — 
Will  in  the  future  ....  God  beside  him  — 

Become  a  Phillips, '^^  or  a  Steele,'^* 
With  an  Almighty  Hand  to  guide  him, 

And  in  his  breast  Himself  reveal. 

We'll  have  a  jolly  time  to-day, 

Said  little  Francis  to  his  mate ; 
On  Mayo's  Hill  ^^^  we'll  slide  and  play. 

Or  if  Neck  Poxd^^^  is  frozen,  skate. 
And  off  they  ran,  rejoiced  to  know 

"School  does  not  keep  —  the  master's  ill." 
They  might  be  heard  a  mile  below  : 

I  seem  to  hear  their  voices  still. 

How  happy  the  young  urchins  arc, 

This  sunny  day  to  call  their  own  ! 
May  nought  transpire  their  joys  to  mar, 

Or  sadly  change  their  merry  tone  ! 
O,  that  a  gracious  Father's  care 

May  watch  o'er  them  and  safely  keep, 
Till  evening  witnesses  the  prayer. 

While  sinking  in  the  arms  of  sleep  ! 

Mark  that  proud  lad  I     Upstartish,  he. 

To  make  his  young  companions  feel 
The  genius  of  his  dignity. 

In  words  of  learned  length  will  deal. 
And  strut  around,  as  if  he  Avere 

Possessor  of  a  golden  vault. 
And  in  his  judgnu'nt  could  not  err. 

Though  all  his  friends  might  be  at  fault ! 


124  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He  stands,  and  walks,  and  looks,  and  speaks, 

As  if  he  thought  all  human  eyes 
On  him  were  fixed,  and  nieanlj  seeks 

Above  his  felloAV-mates  to  rise 
By  acts  ungenerous,  mean  and  sly  — 

And  trusting  to  his  powers  acute. 
He  will  prevaricate  and  lie, 

E'en  when  his  slippery  tongue  is  mute. 

If  he  should  live,  he  may  amass 

A   fortune  by  his  wily  tricks  ;  — 
While  others  tremble,  with  his  brass 

With  crafty  millionnaires  he'll  mix, 
And  thus  a  vantage  ground  secure, 

And  be  accounted  smart  and  shrewd, 
Though  he  may  scorn  the  humble  poor 

Who  with  Christ's  spirit  are  imbued. 

He'll  give  to  make  his  virtues  known. 

To  public  institutions,  Avhile 
Thousands  in  want  and  suffering  groan. 

On  Avhom  no  friendly  heart  will  smile. 
The  silent  gift  —  the  falling  tear  — 

Kind  looks  and  words  of  sympathy, 
Do  not  in  blazing  type  appear. 

And  so  their  use  he  fails  to  see. 

Mankind  to  wealth  obeisance  pay, 

And  when  tlio}^  sec  a  golden  calf, 
They  pipe  and  dance,  and  sing  and  pray, 

Till  earth  and  heaven  indiicnant  lauijh. 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  times. 

And  man  is  so  disposed  to  evil, 
He'll  kiss  a  beggar's  toe  for  dimes, 

And  bow  before  the  incarnate  devil. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  125 

For  so  much  gold  we  change  the  name 

Of  churches,  colleges  and  towus  ; 
And  write  the  deeds  in  words  of  flame 

Of  rich,  proud  men,  while  justice  frowns, 
Or  weeps  at  folly  so  absurd  ; 

While  they  who  self-denying  give 
Their  time,  their  all,  to  preach  the  word 

And  save  from  crime,  but  barely  live. 

Which  is  the  better,  wealth  or  worth? 

A  sordid  or  unselfish  soul? 
A  life  of  sin  and  sciisual  mirth, 

Or  one  which  grace  and  love  control  ?  — 
A  man  who  has  a  heart  to  move 

At  Pity's  melting  call? — or  one 
Whose  mean  and  vulgar  actions  prove 

He  lives  for  self  and  self  alone  ? 

Though  gold  has  the  preeminence 

Among  the  sons  of  pride  and  shame  — 
Virtue  and  love,  a  century  hence. 

When  to  the  dust  from  whence  it  came. 
The  body  turns,  will  brighter  glow, 

And  make  eternal  years  sublime  : 
This  truth,  O  man  immortal,  know. 

Nor  sink  thy  soul  with  vice  and  crime. 

The  boy  who  slams  his  neighbors'  gates, 

And  slyly  l)reaks  their  window  glass  — 
AVho  is  uncivil  to  his  mates, 

And  saucy  as  the  women  pass  — 
Who  when  he  cannot  have  his  way, 

With  boisterous  language  is  severe, 
And  will  not  study,  work  or  play 

Will  win  no  enviable  career. 


126  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Cross-grained  and  fretful  he  will  be, 

AVherever  placed  in  church  or  state, 
The  cause  of  much  perplexity, 

Of  angry  wrangling  and  debate. 
He'll  set  the  people  by  the  ears. 

By  some  remark  or  course  pursued ; 
Excite  their  jealousies  or  fears. 

As  o'er  their  fancied  wrongs  they  brood. 

A  church  once  happy  he  will  rend, 

Opposing  every  measure  just, 
Unless  they  to  his  wishes  bend  — 

And  o-rind  his  neis-hbors  in  the  dust. 
With  temper  obstinate,  he'll  stand 

By  measures  Christians  disapprove. 
And  with  vehement  words  demand 

The  church  with  him  alone  shall  move. 

If  independent  of  his  views, 

A  righteous  step  the  people  take. 
And  utterly  his  plan  refuse. 

How  vast  the  mischief  he  will  make  I 
The  church  asunder  he  will  tear, 

If  this  Avere  possible  to  do  ; 
Nor  in  his  insane  efforts  spare 

The  pastor  or  the  deacon's  pew. 

Who  has  the  dangerous  vanity 

To  think  he's  alwaj's  in  the  right, 
And  in  no  brother's  course  can  see 

Judicious  counsel  —  clearer  light  — 
Makes  of  himself  a  laughing-stock 

Where'er  he  goes  —  whate'er  he  docs  — 
While  witless  drones  about  him  ilock 

To  cheer  at  his  eternal  buzz. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  127 

Such  crooked,  self-important  sticks 

In  all  communities  are  found  ; 
With  good  society  they  mix, 

Or  follow  Avealth  and  talent  round  : 
And  when  established  in  some  church, 

Or  useful,  evangelic  club, 
For  faults  they  are  too  prone  to  search, 

And  modest  worth  delight  to  snub. 

But  short  is  the  career  of  such  — 

Their  characters  by  all  are  read ; 
And  good  men  feel  their  chilling  touch. 

And  turn  away  with  secret  dread. 
When  opportunities  present 

They're  ousted  from  the  posts  they  fill ;  — 
They  find.... a  lifetime  to  repent.... 

They've  swallowed  quite  a  bitter  pill. 

Ho  !  ho  —  there  comes  old  father  Groves,'^^ 

To  stop  aAvhile,  then  pass  along ; 
Though  aged  and  infirm  he  loves 

To  listen  to  youth's  joyous  song. 
It  gives  the  pilgrim  fresh  deligiit. 

And  happy  golden  youth  renews, 
To  look  on  children,  gay  and  bright. 

Who  in  his  heart  their  joys  infuse. 

Ah  !  many  a  l)itter  day  has  passed 

Since  he  was  gay  and  blithe  as  they ; 
And  many  a  stormy  wintrj^  blast 

Has  swept  his  locks  and  turned  them  gray. 
But  he  is  cheerful  and  serene, 

And  has  a  pleasant  word  to  give  ; 
For  thoughtful  children  oft  have  been 

In  his  distress  quick  to  relieve. 


128  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Well  pleased,  he  takes  them  by  the  hand, 

And  talks  in. his  familiar  way, 
While  groups  around  him  listening  stand, 

Intent  to  hear  what  he  may  say. 
Old  times — rough  scenes — are  brought  to  view  ; 

Of  men  oppressed,  when  war  was  rife, 
And  matrons  trembled  when  they  knew 

Their  sons  were  in  a  bloody  strife. 

The  old  man  seems  again  to  be 

Young  as  he  was  at  forty-two, 
When  with  a  noble  com-aae  he 

Inspired  with  life  a  shivering  crew. 
Fire  takes  his  eye  —  his  voice  is  strong. 

And  youth  and  vigor  are  renewed. 
As  he  awakens  in  the  throng 

The  zeal  with  which  his  heart's  imbued. 

The  Saccarappa  '^^  sleds  i^ass  by. 

Laden  with  boards  for  Portland  Pier  : 
"Gee  up  !  haw.  Buck  !"  the  drivers  cry, 

"AVliat  are  ye  'bout,  ye  tarnal  steer  !" 
The  l)o3's  scream  out,  or  listen  to 

The  music  of  the  ponderous  sleds. 
As  on  the  icy  sti-ects  they  slue. 

Or  grind  along  the  snowy  beds. 

The  drivers  prick  with  cruel  goads. 

The  laboring  oxen  when  they  lag ; 
And  noisy  children  crowd  the  roads. 

And  leap  upon  the  l)oards  that  drag. 
Queer  look  the  cattle  frosted  o'er, 

The  hot  breath  from  their  nostrils  streaming, 
While  grandames  run  to  reach  the  door, 

Half  frighted  at  the  boys  a-screaming. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  129 

AVho's  neat  in  liis  chirograpliy, 

And  trembles  Avhen  a  hlot  he  sees, 
An  Emery  ^^'^ or  a  Deane  *'"* may  be, 

A  thousand  to  instruct  and  please  : 
Or  studious  when  his  comrades  play, 

In  knowledge  may  excel  them  all, 
And  rise  at  no  far  distant  day 

ArREBLE,'9iBAKER,i^^or  a  Hall.'*=* 

There,  conscious  of  his  power  to  stand 

In  his  integrity  and  plead, 
When  crime  is  rampant  in  the  land, 

And  virtue  yields  to  selfish  greed, 
Is  one  who'll  never  compromise 

With  selfish  trick,  but  ever  be 
Companion  of  the  great  and  wise  ; 

He'll  stand  an  Alcott  ^^*  or  Cartee."^ 

"Touch  not  the  social  glass,  my  boy," 

A  tender  mother  said  to  one 
Whose  full,  exuberant  soul  of  joy 

Made  every  circle  ring  with  fun. 
But  heedless  of  his  mother's  words, 

Amid  a  gay  convivial  throng. 
With  heart  as  light  as  summer  bird's. 

He  first  was  led  to  practise  wrong. 

He  touched  the  glass  —  he  took  a  sip, 

A  kind  and  social  friend  to  please  : 
Ah  !  when  the  jioison  Hushed  his  lip 

His  tender  heart  begun  to  freeze. 
He  thoui>,ht  less  of  a  mother's  love  — 

A  gentle  sister's  warm  embrace  — 
And  Avords  that  once  his  soul  did  move 

Fell  on  a  dark  and  icy  place. 


130  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  strength  he  thought  he  once  possessed 

The  tempter  to  resist,  was  gone  ; 
The  hopes  that  cheered — the  love  that  l)lessed 

With  sweet  affection's  gentle  tone, 
Were  dead,  and  in  their  place  there  came 

A  trembling  sense  of  boding  evil  — 
A  thirst  devouring  like  the  flame. 

With  all  the  malice  of  a  devil. 

To  him  what  were  a  parent's  love  ? — 

A  sister's  tenderness  ?  —  a  God 
Of  mercy,  or  a  heaven  above? 

A  conscience,  lashing  like  a  rod, 
Made  him  a  brute,  and  now  he  goes 

A  wretch  polluted  and  debased. 
Ah  !  do  you  ask  me  who  hath  woes  ? 
'  I  point  you  to  this  trembling  waste. 

What  ruined  him?     A  single  drop  ! 

The  poison,  when  it  touched  his  lips. 
Clouded  his  soul  and  banished  hope. 

And  drove  him,  as  with  scorpion  Avhips, 
Deep  in  excesses.     Noav,  behold 

The  wreck  of  a  once  noble  mind  — 
To  virtue  lost — to  Satan  sold  — 

To  every  sense  of  honor  blind. 

Look  on  him  and  beware  !     Touch  not 

The  poisonous  draught  presented  —  dash 
The  fatal  wine-cup  on  the  spot, 

And  with  your  whole  strength  dare  to  lash 
The  wretches  who  attempt  to  bring 

Disgrace  and  ruin  to  your  door. 
For  paltry  gain.     Your  woi'ds  may  sting. 

And  tip  their  wicked  project  o'er. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  131 

It  is  the  hour  to  work  when  vice 

Is  rampant  through  the  land,  and  hearts 
Once  warmed  by  love  are  cold  as  ice, 

And  Satan  in  his  malice  starts 
His  emissaries  to  destroy 

Virtue,  and  truth,  and  peace  —  and  the 
True-hearted  sons  of  God  annoy, 

And  chill  their  kindest  sympathy. 

Speak  out  —  in  tones  of  thunder  speak  — 

Nor  fear  the  face  of  human  clay, 
When  wretches  would  their  vengeance  wreak, 

And  all  the  hopes  of  mercy  slay. 
Speak  —  and  denounce  the  traffic  made  — 

Crushed  human  hearts  —  for  so  much  gold, 
And  damn  to  infamy  the  trade  — 

With  Paul's  example  —  strong  and  bold. 

Where'er  defiant  Avarice  leaps 

O'er  virtue,  prostrate  in  the  dust. 
And  red  Revenge  in  anger  sweeps 

Throughout  the  land  misrule  and  lust  — 
The  hearts  of  honest  men  should  rise, 

Strong  in  the  great  Jehovah's  might ; 
If  duty  calls  they  sacrifice 

Gold,  ease  and  friends,  to  speed  the  right. 

The  joys  that  flow  from  kindly  deeds, 

And  bless  a  thousand  grateful  hearts  — 
Where  Sorrow  weeps  and  Mercy  bleeds 

Or  Slander,  with  her  cruel  darts. 
Has  pierced  the  kind  and  gentle  breast. 

Are  thine,  my  boy.     Love's  gentle  wing, 
Where'er  the  lip  of  care  is  pressed, 

Enfolds  the  heart  and  makes  it  sing. 


132  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

A  thousand  blessings  on  tbcc  fall ! 

May  Heaven  watch  over  thee,  and  guide 
Where  duty  prompts,  or  love  may  call. 

And  keep  from  selfishness  and  pride  — 
Till  perfect  with  the  panoply 

Of  truth,  before  the  world  thou  stand, 
And  grateful  hearts  l)ehold  in  thee 

A  Harlan  Page,'^^  a  noble  Rand.^" 

Intelligent,  sedate,  and  free 

From  crimes  that  blight  the  joys  of  youth, 
Elias  will  a  pattern  be 

Of  all  the  excellence  of  truth. 
Perhaps,  before  the  world  he'll  stand 

With  all  the  fervor  of  a  Paysox  ;  ^^^ 
Or,  generous  to  a  fault,  command 

The  rare  esteem  and  love  of  Nason.^^^ 

He  will  not  envy  those  who  rise. 

Nor  basely  frown  on  those  who  smk, 
But  lead  on  to  the  glorious  skies 

The  unlettered  and  the  minds  that  think. 
The  kindness  of  his  mountain  heart 

Will  in  the  mart  of  trade  be  felt. 
And  of  that  fervent  love  impart 

Which  in  the  Saviour's  bosom  dwelt. 

Wherever  genius  is  possessed, 

Or  in  a  humble  station  flowers, 
To  animate  the  torpid  breast 

And  bring  in  play  life's  dormant  powers, 
Are  thine,  O  man  of  kindness  built. 

With  not  an  envious  thought  to  mar 
Life's  sweetest  joys,  or  shade  with  guilt 

The  soul's  untarnished,  beaming  f?tar. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  133 

Nasox  beloved  !  O  friend  most  dear  ! 

Words  are  but  feeble  to  express 
Thy  friendship,  faithful  and  sincere  ; 

Forever  studying  how  to  bless 
And  lift  from  dull  obscurity 

The  friendless,  unassuming,  weak; 
To  give  them  mental  eyes  to  see, 

And  cheering  words  of  love  to  speak. 

Long  may'st  thou  live  to  bless  mankind, 

And  scatter  rays  of  truth  divine ; 
And  in  thine  oavu  dear  bosom  find 

Reflected  deeds  of  mercy  shine ; 
Forever  singing  on  thy  way 

In  an  enraptured,  glorious  strain  — 
While  to  the  peace  of  heaven  each  day 

Thy  happy  spirit  shall  attain. 

I  love  thee,  Ijrother,  and  my  soul 

Leaps  out  to  moot  thee.     This  right  hand 
May  palsied  hang  without  control  — 

These  lips  refuse  the  tongue's  command  ; 
But  palsied,  speechless  —  if  I  feel 

One  warm  emotion  in  my  breast. 
It  will  toward  thy  si)irit  steal. 

And  I  shall  be  supremely  blest. 

An  independence  that  l)etrays 

Not  love  to  God,  but  the  reverse, 
Is  seen  in  all  that  Harry  says. 

I  will  not  dare  the  half  rehearse 
Of  his  vile  language,  when  he  wreaks 

His  vengeance  on  some  humble  child. 
Who  in  his  tender  kindness  speaks. 

Whom  he  ungraciously  reviled. 


134  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

So  rabid  now,  in  future  years 

He'll  struggle  hard,  and  light  to  rule  ; 
Exciting  anger — raising  fears — 

Just  as  he  does  amid  the  school. 
He  storms  his  way  no  matter  whose 

Opinions  with  his  own  conflict ; 
And  such  a  tyrant  in  his  views 

As  all  free  thought  to  interdict. 

He  starts  a  sheet,  maybe  to  give 

Publicity  to  sentiments 
The  people  choose  not  to  receive  — 

And  so  in  spite  his  anger  vents, 
Exhausting  all  the  vile  abuse 

Of  which  he's  master  —  not  a  little  ;  — 
Which  serves  the  public  to  amuse, 

That  cares  not  for  his  rage  a  tittle. 

But  he  may  preach.     What  if  he  should? 

Ah,  such  fantastic  tricks  he'd  play, 
In  bib  and  gown,  with  gesture  rude, 

And  such  inflated  nothings  say, 
As  to  entrance  the  learned  fools 

That  love  the  novelty  of  froth, 
Whom  he  adroitly  makes  his  tools 

To  earn  his  laurels,  and  his  broth. 

His  tropes  and  figures  to  array. 

And  on  his  favorite  theme  harangue, 
Sententious  Johnson  he'll  display. 

In  noisy,  nasal,  solemn  twang; 
And  beat  the  pulpit  and  the  air, 

And  stamp,  and  jump,  and  twirl  around, 
You'd  think  the  fellow  in  despair 

From  nettles  in  his  clothing  found. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  135 

And  crowds  may  gather  to  behold 

The  wonder  of  the  age.     Ahis  ! 
Base  metal  may  appear  like  gold  — 

A  lion's  skin  disguise  an  ass  ; 
Loud,  lengthened  words  —  fantastic  leaps  — 

Unblushing  brass,  and  large  pretence, 
May  tickle  fools  —  but  Virtue  weeps 

O'er  folly,  pride  and  lack  of  sense. 

Give  me  the  man,  sedate  and  calm. 

Whose  heart,  touched  by  a  power  divine, 
Throws  over  all  his  life  a  charm  — 

In  whom  the  gospel's  precepts  shine. 
The  pulpit  he  will  not  disgrace 

By  stagnant  themes  or  hackneyed  wit, 
Nor  man's  fond  expectations  raise 

AVheu  he  is  training  for  the  pit. 

While  in  his  heart  he  feels  the  weight 

Of  his  commission  from  the  skies. 
He  would  not  for  his  life  abate 

The  law's  demands  —  nor  sacrifice 
God's  sacred  word  for  all  the  gold 

In  famed  Peruvian  mines.     Ho  knows 
His  Master  for  the  truth  was  bold. 

And  in  his  footsteps  humbly  goes. 

With  his  credentials  from  above 

He's  active  in  his  Maker's  cause, 
And  touched  with  Jesus'  sacred  love, 

Is  heedless  of  the  Avorld's  applause. 
On  him  the  poor  delight  to  call  — 

The  sad  his  cheei-ful  counsels  seek ; 
He  has  a  smile  of  love  for  all  — 

A  word  of  tenderness  to  speak. 


136  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Wliate'er  is  sinful  he  decries  ; 

From  every  folly  turns  aside ; 
Shuns  evil  schemes  that  men  devise, 

In  their  presumption,  pomp  and  pride  — 
To  listen  to  the  humble  cry, 

From  pleading  tears  and  anxious  hearts ; 
Still  urging  upward  to  the  sky 

With  all  the  love  that  grace  imparts. 

Self  he  denies.     He  would  not  dare 

To  pamper  lust,  or  touch  unclean 
Aught  that  will  chill  the  warmth  of  prayer, 

Or  make  him  look  supremely  mean 
Before  the  world,  as  some  I  know, 

Who  chew  and  puff  a  filthy  weed, 
And  visit  every  horse-race  show. 

Where  men  profane  and  scoffers  lead. 

His  walk  and  precepts  tally  well 

With  the  commands  his  Saviour  gave, 
And  in  a  world  degenerate  tell 

How  grand  his  work  from  sin  to  save. 
Where'er  he  goes  he  lifts  the  cross. 

That  all  may  see  God's  wondrous  plan. 
To  save  from  an  eternal  loss 

The  precious  soul  of  guilty  man. 

Such  zeal  I  honor.     Truth  and  grace 

Speak  the  divinity  Avithin  ; 
While  in  each  act  and  thought  I  trace 

Al)horrence  of  the  smallest  sin. 
Above  the  world's  deceitful  wiles 

He  lives,  uiidazzled  by  its  charms. 
And  on  his  brow  there  always  smiles 

The  love  that  pride  and  hate  disarms. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  137 

His  daily  eifort  is  to  lead 

Some  Avanderer  to  the  fold  of  truth  ; 
To  help  a  stranger  in  his  need  — 

A  sad  heart  and  despairing  soothe. 
That  his  example  may  l)e  true 

To  his  convictions  of  the  right, 
And  he  that  path  alone  pursue 

Well  pleasing  in  his  Maker's  sight. 

Such  men  God  honors,  and  the  host 

Of  heaven  encamp  around  them  here ; 
The  influence  of  the  Holy  Ghost ; 

The  melting  love  of  God  appear 
In  all  their  lives  —  as  on  they  go 

In  a  calm,  sweet  and  happy  frame  ; 
The  joys  that  in  their  bosoms  flow 

Oft  kindle  to  a  heavenly  flame. 

The  pleasant  light  of  Alfred's  face 

Shines  sweetly  mid  the  happy  throng, 
Where'er  he  speaks,  or  when  he  plays. 

Or  gushes  out  his  artless  song. 
No  murmuring  word  escapes  his  lips 

AVhen  playmates  mock  or  sharply  call ; 
Or  when  they  blot  his  copy  slips 

The  master's  frowns  upon  him  fall. 

Generous  and  sympathetic,  he 

An  erring  friend  will  ne'er  reproach, 
Should  one  with  base  impunity 

Upon  his  sacred  rights  encroach. 
As  if  his  gentle  heart  had  felt 

The  influence  of  the  love  of  God, 
Quickly  to  tears  his  soul  will  melt : 

I  see  in  him  a  generous  Todd.'-'"' 


138  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

A  book  —  give  me  a  book  to  rccad, 

Is  David's  ciy,  when  scliool  is  out, 
And  homeward  at  his  utmost  speed 

He  runs  ahead,  wliilc  comrades  shout. 
He  seizes  Goklsmith,  Youug  or  Gray, 

And  sits  before  the  kitchen  fire — 
Reads  till  he  hears  his  mother  say, 

'Tis  time  the  children  should  retire. 

While  many  waste  their  precious  time 

In  hurtful  play  or  foolish  talk, 
And  choose  the  path  that  leads  to  crime. 

Where  the  profane  and  vicious  walk  — 
Determined  to  improve  his  mind. 

Young  David  shuns  the  rabble  throng. 
And  in  good  books  is  sure  to  find 

Truths  that  will  make  his  virtue  strong. 

In  riper  years  he  will  not  hang 

Kound  vicious  dens  and  base  resorts. 
Nor  listen  to  the  low  harangue 

Of  lawyers  in  inferior  courts. 
Belles-lettres  and  the  sciences.... 

The  school  of  knowledge he'll  prefer, 

Where  honor  linked  with  wisdom  is, 

And  rise  a  useful  Mariner. ^"^ 

They  call  young  Tom  the  friend  of  peace, 

lie  is  so  gentle,  kind  and  good, 
And  even  strives  to  bless  and  please 

When  wounded  by  ingratitude. 
Throw  down  his  cap,  upset  his  pail. 

Or  fill  his  coat  with  prickly  burrs  — 
He  will  not  stop  to  fret  or  rail ; 

A  better  course  the  child  prefers. 


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SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  139 

Whate'er  is  said  or  done,  lie  takes 

So  mildly  and  so  j^leasantly, 
Each  rough  and  careless  boy  forsakes 

His  erring  course,  and  strives  to  be 
Himself  more  kind.     'Tis  ever  so  — 

A  boy  with  noble  heart,  and  wise, 
Will  win  by  love  the  treacherous  foe 

And  gently  lead  him  to  the  skies. 

To  him  the  future  will  be  bright. 

Who  thus  courageously  displays 
Those  virtues  that  with  wondrous  light 

Shone  through  the  loving  Saviour's  days. 
Whate'er  his  mission,  it  will  l)e 

In  honor  by  the  world  approved, 
And  thousands  he  may  live  to  see 

By  kindness  saved  ....  by  all  beloved. 

He'll  raise  the  fallen — and  the  chains, 

Forged  by  oppression,  he  will  break; 
And  where  dogmatic  Folly  reigns. 

And  men  their  fathers'  God  forsake, 
In  love,  with  earnestness  he'll  plead, 

And  bring  His  blessed  life  to  view, 
Who  saved  when  in  their  utmost  need. 

And  to  his  side  the  wretched  drew. 

Where  talents  struggle  to  advance, 

Beneath  the  ban  of  poverty, 
Thoujrh  meagre  his  inheritance, 

A  efcnerous  soul  will  make  him  bo 
The  almoner  of  others'  wealth  ;  — 

He  takes  as  from  a  heavenl}'^  hand, 
And  scatters  freely,  as  by  stealth. 

The  riches  placed  at  his  connnand. 


140  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Behold  him  in  his  riper  j^ears  I 

The  plaudits  of  the  good,  where'er 
His  venerable  form  appears, 

Fall — O,  how  grateful ! — on  his  ear. 
He  dies.     A  might}'  nation  mourns. 

And  where  his  sacred  ashes  sleep, 
As  oft  as  gentle  spring  returns. 

Flowers  on  his  grave  God's  children  heap. 

His  name  will  grateful  thoughts  awake 

Throuo^h  all  the  corridors  of  time : 
When  Love  the  chains  of  Hate  shall  break. 

And  Virtue  soar  on  wings  sublime. 
The  truths  he  uttered  will  not  fail 

To  scatter  blessino-s  throuoh  the  earth — 
And  in  the  end  they  must  prevail ; 

It  was  in  heaven  they  had  their  birth. 

In  letters  luminous  I  see 

His  name  recorded so  distinct 

That  all  may  read throus-li  time  to  be 

With  justice,  truth  and  honor  linked. 
Take  couras-e,  ve  who  strive  with  sin  ! 

On  to  the  shrine  of  wisdom  press  ! 
And  with  the  sainted  UriiAM'^*'^  Avin 

A  glorious  crown  of  righteousness. 

Life  onward  speeds.     The  tender  flock 

On  whom  I  now  delight  to  gaze. 
Cares  may  distract  and  tempests  rock. 

With  sleepless  nights  and  Aveary  days. 
Their  paths  may  be  beset  by  foes  — 

No  iovs  within,  no  liirlit  around  — 
And  they  may  long  for  that  repose 

AVhich  only  in  the  grave  is  found. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  141 

Or  peace  may  perch  upon  the  top 

Of  every  mount  —  the  valleys  ring 
With  notes  of  jo}^ — rich  blessings  drop 

From  golden  clouds — birds  sweetly  sing  — 
And  everything  around  conspire 

To  raise  the  heart  and  Avake  delight, 
Till  summoned  by  an  angel  choir 

To  perfect  bliss,  in  robes  of  white. 

I  pray  that  each  in  future  may 

Be  favored  of  the  Lord  Most  High ; 
That  life  may  be  a  glorious  day  — 

The  reflex  of  a  wondrous  sky  : 
Calm  peace  without  —  pure  love  within  — 

With  every  passion  satisfied — 
Unmingled  with  a  taint  of  sin  ; 

His  only  trust  —  a  Saviour  died. 

A  Saviour  died  !  O  glorious  truth  ! 

May  you  its  import  early  learn, 
And  wMth  the  tenderness  of  youth 

The  sacred  path  to  life  discern  — 
Yield  every  wish  to  His  control, 

And  with  devout  affection  say, 
To  Thee,  great  Author  of  my  soul, 

I  give  myself  without  delay. 

An  evil  eye  I  see  in  Tim  — 

Confiding  mates  he  oft  deceives  — 
The  master  can't  rely  on  him — 

A  widowed  parent  sadly  grieves 
At  the  deception  he  betrays, 

And  falsehoods  uttered  day  by  day  ; 
Good  children  shun  his  wicked  ways, 

And  never  choose  him  when  they  play. 


142  SCHOOL      IS      OUT. 

The  neighbors,  "when  he's  seen  around, 

Look  sharply  at  their  choicest  stores  : 
And  who  destroyed  their  vines,  and  drowned 

Their  poodles,  and  besmeared  their  doors, 
Requires  no  seer  to  tell.     That  eye 

Of  evil  and  that  heart  depraved, 
Is  read  by  all  as  certainly 

As  guilt  were  on  his  brow  engraved. 

Vices  may  strengthen  with  his  years, 

Till  he  becomes  a  serious  pest, 
Awakening  sad  parental  fears  — 

Depriving  home  of  peace  and  rest. 
In  little  things  as  well  as  great, 

Among  his  friends — amid  his  foes — 
He'll  practise  cunning,  low  deceit, 

As  many  a  heart  with  sorrow  knows. 

If  he's  a  merchant,  have  a  care 

Whene'er  you  purchase,  or  you'll  be 
At  times,  when  you  arc  least  aware, 

Subject  to  his  duplicity. 
The  coftee  warranted,  and  spice, 

May  with  the  conmion  weeds  be  found ; 
That  which  he  claims  is  extra  nice, 

Nought  but  a  villanous  compound. 

Choice  teas  and  cocoa  you  may  find 

Mixed  with  some  deleterious  thing  — 
Horse-radish  partly  melon-rind, 

While  peppei'-sauce  has  lost  its  sting. 
Your  sugar  is  surcharged  with  grit — 

Your  milk,  a  portion  from  the  pump  — 
Your  oil  a  melange,  that  when  lit 

Burns  like  a  crazy,  pitchy  stump. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  143 

Your  butter,  half  a  layer  clown, 

Is  rancid,  or  too  salt  for  use  — 
Thouirh  warranted  the  best  in  town  : 

That  which  you  bought  for  maple  juice 
Turns  out  to  be  a  medley  which 

You  dare  not  place  upon  your  table  ; 
The  cream  you  thought  so  very  rich, 

Is  freely  scented  with  the  stable. 

If  he  to  office  should  aspire, 

A  wrangling  demagogue  he'll  be, 
And,  full  of  Avrath,  spit  out  his  fire 

On  all  who  will  not  bow  the  knee 
To  his  dictation  as  supreme,      * 

And  help  him  to  some  office  high, 
Approving  each  unholy  scheme 

Concocted  by  iniquity. 

Perhaps  an  agency  he'll  choose, 

ISIore  in  accordance  with  a  plan, 
AYhere  by  adroitness,  cunning,  ruse. 

He  will  deceive  the  smartest  man. 
Whate'er  the  article  he  takes, 

A  patent  boot-jack,  pump  or  reed, 
With  his  peculiar  knack  he  makes 

Men  think  is  just  the  thing  they  need. 

If  'tis  a  book  he  has  for  sale, 

He's  sure  its  equal  has  not  been 
Yet  put  in  print  —  a  splendid  talc  — 

Superbly  bound  in  gold  and  green  — 
Written  by  one  of  talents  rare. 

In  whom  the  young  and  old  delight  — 
Which  can't  be  purchased  anywhere. 

To  sell  ho  has  the  exclusive  right. 


144  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

In  every  village  where  he  goes 

First  to  the  minister  he  flies  ; 
His  name  upon  his  list,  he  knows 

He  shall  succeed.     For  half  the  price 
He  sells  to  him.     If  this  wont  do, 

He  hands  a  copy  without  charge, 
Then  scours  the  village  through  and  through, 

And  leaves  with  a  subscription  large. 

If  ministers  were  wise,  would  they 

Sanction  those  men  who  daily  throng 
Our  streets  with  trashy  books  ?  Nay,  nay. 

And  do  they  not  a  serious  wrong 
To  neighbors,  when  for  trifling  gain 

They  give  encouragement  to  vend 
Such  stufl'  as  wakes  a  mortal  pain 

To  read  but  to  one  chapter's  end? 

A  wiser  course  would  be  for  them 

At  once  to  drive  the  pests  away, 
And  all  the  sickening  trash  condemn 

That  floods  the  pul)lic  day  by  day, 
A  wholesome  literature  we  need, 

And  this  our  world  Avill  never  see, 
Until  our  preachers  take  the  lead 

In  banishing  impurity. 

Of  feeble  intellect  is  Small ,^°'' 

And  rude  rough  bo3's,  as  on  he  goes, 
"What's  at  your  back?"  unkindly  bawl. 

Nat  grins  —  "'Tis  Bunker  liill,  I  s'pose." 
And  then  thoy  shout  and  pull  him  round, 

And  make  him  say  mipleasant  things, 
And  sometimes  trip  him  to  the  ground  — 

When  anger  in  his  bosom  springs. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  145 

He  hurls  at  them  a  stone  or  rail, 

As  swift  they  scamper  down  the  street ; 
But  woe  to  those  whose  feet  shall  fail  — 

Their  just  deserts  perhaps  they'll  meet; 
So  that  in  future,  as  they  ought. 

They'll  guard  their  actions — not  contemn, 
Whom  God  in  wisdom  has  not  taught 

The  knowledge  he  vouchsafes  to  them. 

When  we  survey  the  world  of  mind ; 

The  insipid,  dwarfish  intellect; 
The  stupid,  dull  and  sensuous  blind ; 

Men  by  disease  or  vices  wrecked ; 
What  call  for  Christian  charity  ! 

The  spirit  of  a  love  divine. 
That  will  throujjh  mental  darkness  see 


'O' 


The  imaofe  of  Jehovah  shine  ! 


e 


They  meet  us  in  our  daily  walk ; 

God's  simple  ones  are  everywhere ; 
With  useless  questions,  idle  talk, 

Unmeanhig  smiles,  and  vacant  stare. 
And  yet  their  very  looks  betray 

The  generous  sympathy  they  need  : 
How  cruel,  if  we  turn  away. 

And  leave  their  hearts  to  break  and  bleed  ! 

The  virtuous  soul,  through  which  God  speaks, 

Is  guarded  by  an  angel  throng ; 
The  good  of  all  it  kindly  seeks, 

With  its  pure  life  of  love  and  song. 
In  look  or  word  ho  never  gives 

A  harsh  rebuke  ....a  pain  severe  ; 
The  kindness  he  from  Ileaven  receives 

Will  in  his  daily  acts  appear. 
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146  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Nor  is  he  kind  to  mun  alone  ; 

The  brutes  and  birds  around  him  move 
Unscared,  and  list  his  tender  tone, 

And  manifest  a  generous  love. 
They  feel  secure,  and  from  his  hands 

Will  take  their  food,  and  fawn  and  sing, 
And  try  to  follow  his  commands 

With  nimble  feet  and  tireless  wing. 

The  feeblest  insect  he'll  protect. 

And  step  aside  for  fear  he  may 
Its  peace  disturb.     He  will  select 

A  pleasant  spot  for  beasts  to  play,  ~ 
And  in  their  comfort  take  delight, 

And  with  a  thankful  heart  look  up, 
That  God  and  nature  thus  unite 

To  fill  with  joy  his  waiting  cup. 

He  never  told  a  lie,  'tis  said 

Of  the  sweet  child  who  stops  to  hear 
The  sparrows'  song  above  his  head. 

That  music  to  his  soul  how  dear  ! 
If  he's  detected  in  a  fault. 

He  will  not  mutter  "  I  don't  care  ; " 
Nor  in  a  foolish  rajjc  revolt. 

When  kindly  counselled  ;  but  in  prayer 

Forgiveness  of  his  Maker  seek. 

And  in  the  future  guard  against 
The  passion  in  his  nature  weak. 

And  utter  no  unkind  complaints. 
If  in  a  thoughtless  moment  he 

Should  cause  a  generous  friend  to  grieve. 
His  heart  will  be  in  misery 

Till  ho  forgiveness  shall  receive. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  147 

When  others  tantalize  the  poor, 

Deformed  or  lame  —  or  bring  distress 
To  tender  hearts  —  the  child  is  sure 

With  love  to  make  their  sorrows  less. 
If  words  of  comfort  will  not  cheer, 

And  drive  sad  feelings  from  the  breast, 
With  pleasant  gifts  he  will  appear, 

And  prove  indeed  a  welcome  guest. 

When  those  around  him  are  profane, 

He  checks  them  with  a  mild  reproof; 
But  if  they  vicious  still  remain. 

Grieved  at  their  course,  he  stands  aloof 
From  their  companionship,  and  prays 

His  heavenly  Father  to  appear. 
And  show  them  in  their  early  days 

The  folly  of  their  mad  career. 


Ingenuous  in  his  dealings,  he 

Secures  the  friendship  of  the  good ; 
Guileless,  in  his  simplicity. 

And  never  obstinate  or  rude, 
A  thousand  valued  friends  he  makes : 

Careful,  and  prudent,  and  devout, 
He  in  the  heart  of  all  awakes 

True  love  :  and  what  is  life  without  ? 

He  will  not  stoop  to  actions  base 

In  coming  years  ;  but  will  be  found 
Among  the  noble  of  his  race, 

With  virtue  and  with  glory  crowned. 
If  he's  a  merchant,  he  will  rise 

Before  his  peers  in  high  esteem, 
And  be  a  Brown,'^''*  exact  and  wise, 

While  all  respect  and  honor  him. 


148  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

And  if  the  law  should  be  his  aim, 

No  snivelling  trickster  will  he  prove, 
To  gather  stigma  round  a  name 

That  should  be  redolent  with  love. 
Punctilious  in  his  duties,  he 

For  justice  and  for  truth  will  plead, 
And  never  cringe  the  supple  knee 

To  gloss  a  crime,  or  virtue  bleed. 

Gold  will  not  tempt  him  to  deny 

Man's  just,  inalienable  rights  ; 
No  office  his  opinions  buy, 

Though  raised  to  honor's  giddy  heights  ; 
No  bribe  induce  him  to  obey 

The  dictates  of  a  perjured  throng, 
And  with  applause  to  soar  away, 

His  sacred  ermine  stained  Avith  wrong. 

Nay — ^^in  his  soul  a  peace  will  flow 

From  conscious  duty  well  performed ; 
His  face  Avith  heavenly  ratliance  glow  — 

While  in  liis  heart,  by  virtue  warmed, 
The  spirit  of  a  love  divine. 

With  grace  and  honor,  will  abide  ; 
So  that  a  Gkeenleaf  205  ]ic  will  shine  — 

Firmly  to  God  and  truth  allied. 

If  he  should  ship  before  the  mast, 

Attracted  l)y  the  boundless  sea, 
His  principles  will  hold  him  fast 

Mid  scenes  of  sin  and  revelry. 
He'll  never  turn  aside  or  swerve 

A  hair's  breadth  from  the  sacred  truth, 
But  that  kind  Friend  and  Teacher  serve. 

Who  won  him  in  his  guileless  youth. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  149 

Where'er  he  sails  the  Bible  still 

Will  be  his  compass  and  his  chart, 
And  every  duty  he'll  fulfil, 

With  love  to  God  with  all  the  heart. 
The  friend  of  missions  he  will  prove  — 

The  gospel  take  to  distant  lands. 
And  every  obstacle  remove 

That  in  the  Saviour's  pathway  stands. 

Tired  of  the  sea,  at  last  he  turns 

To  pass  the  remnant  of  his  days 
In  peace  at  home,  where  brightly  burns 

Affection's  flame,  and  Love  displays 
Her  choicest  gifts.     Where  prayer  is  made 

And  hearts  with  pure  devotion  meet. 
With  Merrill's  '^'^  spirit  he  Avill  aid, 

And  their  communings  will  be  sweet. 

Should  he  a  minister  become. 

He'll  be  no  proud,  time-serving  priest, 
To  shut  his  mouth  before  the  dumb. 

Oppressed,  or  morally  diseased. 
But  with  his  duty  full  in  view, 

Lay  bare  the  crimes  of  guilty  men, 
Who  with  the  blood  of  saints  imbrue 

Their  hands  and  guilty  souls,  and  then 

Audaciously  denounce  the  right. 

And  trample  justice  in  the  dust — 
Curse  earth  as  with  Egyptian  blight. 

And  roll  the  lava  waves  of  lust 
O'er  this  fair  liorit:igc  of  ours  : 

He'll  take  the  liiblc  and  maintain 
Its  wondrous  truth,  and  hellish  powers 

Shall  froth  and  rave  and  storm  in  vain. 


150  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

With  a  Carruther's  ^  talents  he 

The  spirit  of  his  Lord  "will  bring 
To  deal  with  base  hypocrisy, 

And  every  vile  unholy  thing. 
He  sees  no  virtue  in  a  gift 

Where  Christian  love  prompts  not  the  deed 
And  truth  from  error  he  will  sift, 

E'en  thouirh  it  cause  the  heart  to  bleed. 

An  editor  —  he  will  not  pounce 

On  every  man  he  deems  his  foe  — 
And  honest  citizens  denounce 

Who  will  not  with  him  reckless  go 
In  all  those  ultra  measures  which 

Make  men  ridiculous  appear. 
Alike  before  the  poor  and  rich  — 

The  humble  rustic  and  the  seer. 

To  truth  and  justice  he  Avill  give 

The  influence  that  his  pen  commands, 
And  never  at  a  wrong  connive, 

Though  gold  be  heaped  upon  his  hands. 
A  record  pure  —  a  conscience  clean  — 

A  life  consistent  with  the  riijht  — 
Will  make  his  morning  days  serene. 

And  lill  life's  evening  with  delight. 

A  doctor  skilful  he  may  prove 

Life's  ills  to  cure  and  i)ains  rebuke, 
And  mental  agonies  remove, 

With  the  kind  spirit  of  a  Luke. 
Whoever  calls,  with  willing  feet, 

In  storm  or  sunshine,  he  will  go  — 
In  winter's  cold  or  summer's  heat  — 

To  serve  a  friend  or  bless  a  foe. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  151 

The  rich  and  poor  alike  receive, 

With  no  vain  show  or  loud  pretence, 
The' best  attentions  he  can  give, 

With  sweet,  Christlike  benevolence. 
His  hearty  interest  is  shown 

For  those  who  languish,  and  they  feel 
Their  sorrows  partly  made  his  own  : 

And  this  has  half  the  power  to  heal. 

His  sympathj^  unbounded  springs 

Whene'er  disease  and  grief  invade 
The  poor  man's  cot,  with  suiicrings 

That  baffle  his  most  skilful  aid. 
But  faithful  nursing,  constant  care, 

Make  him  triumphantly  succeed. 
And  then  the  convalescent's  prayer 

Pleads  for  a  Leavitt^o^  or  a  aVeed.'^"^ 

Leavitt  !  O,  when  I  think  of  thee 

My  heart  leaps  up  with  gratitude  ;  — 
In  youth  thou  wast  a  friend  to  me. 

And  tenderly  my  weal  pursued. 
When  day  was  closed,  on  summer  eves, 

I  sought  thy  study,  where  Avas  spread 
Knowledge  in  rich  abundant  leaves  — 

And  eagerly  my  spirit  fed. 

When  frosty  age  thy  head  had  crowned. 

And  earth  was  fading  to  thy  view. 
The  same  kind  genial  heart  I  found  — 

Sincere  —  to  early  friendship  true. 
Thy  pen  not  idle,  spoke  the  truth. 

And  counselled,  cautioned  ...  though  severe  ... 
With  all  the  tiro  of  anient  youth, 

To  check  the  inebriate's  wild  career. 


152  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

While  memory  lives  I'll  not  forget 

The  golden  moments  passed  with  thee  ; 
The  noble  words  that  i"-norance  met, 

Which  flowed  frcnn  generous  sympathy. 
And  when  approached  thy  peaceful  end, 

And  earthly  scenes  had  lost  their  charms, 
Commissioned  angels  sought  their  friend, 

And  bore  him  to  a  Saviour  s  arms. 

Thankless  for  favors  friends  bestow, 

And  in  his  manners  rude  and  rough, 
Frank  answers  gruffly,  yes  or  no, 

And  meets  a  kindness  with  rebuff. 
Unhappy  and  morose,  he  throws 

A  damper  on  the  hearts  of  cheer. 
And  where  a  sunny  spirit  glows 

He  brings  a  shadow  dark  with  fear. 

He  will  be  careless,  maybe  base, 

Fomenting  ill,  engendering  strife, 
And  fill  no  enviable  place 

All  through  his  l^rief  career  of  life. 
INIan's  sacred  rights  he'll  not  regard. 

And  helter-skelter,  push  ahead; 
First  at  a  drunken  row,  ill-starred. 

Of  all  good  men  the  fear  and  dread. 

He'll  browbeat  gentle  diffidence 

To  make  a  wrong  the  right  appear  ; 
With  law  and  justice  he'll  dispense, 

And  in  the  path  to  virtue  rear 
A  thousand  barriers  to  disturb 

And  fret  the  heart  that's  sensitive  ; 
And  never  will  his  passions  curb. 

Or  one  sweet  word  of  kindness  irive. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  153 

The  benefit  that  men  derive 

From  generous  acts  he  cannot  see  ; 
"VYhile  he  for  self  is  all  alive, 

Unmoved  by  sights  of  misery. 
A  wretch  indeed,  whom  none  can  trust, 

AVitli  whom  no  heart  can  sympathize  ; 
A  craven  slave  to  sordid  lust. 

Who  will  lament  him  when  he  dies  ? 

Old  jNIassa  Shepakd,^^"  passing  by 

With  his  hink  horse,  excites  the  thronij  : 
"Hurrah  !  hurrah  !"  boys  loudly  cry, 

As  through  the  street  he  plods  along. 
The  old  man,  feeble  and  half  blind. 

His  tiny  whip  will  sometimes  shake  : 
He  is  not  to  the  boys  unkind, 

Whatever  liberties  they  take. 

Though  on  the  verge  of  fourscore  years, 

He  loves  to  labor  day  by  day ; 
His  team  upon  the  stand  appears 

When  storms  keep  younger  men  away. 
And  so  an  honest  livelihood 

The  poor  old  feeble  man  obtains. 
And  with  a  heart  of  gratitude 

Sings  at  his  work  in  pleasant  strains. 

How  peaceful  flows  the  laborer's  life, 

With  sweet  content  and  virtue  blest ! 
Secure  from  envy,  pride  and  strife  ; 

By  no  designing  men  caressed  ; 
Who  with  a  generous  mind  pursues 

The  steady  tenor  of  his  way, 
And  with  no  mean  or  sclHsh  views, 

Enjoys  rich  blessings  every  day  ! 


154  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

At  eve,  with  calm  serenity 

He  looks  back  on  the  hours  employed ; 
And  from  corroding  cares  set  free, 

Each  passing  moment  is  enjoj'ed. 
Ho  lifts  to  Heaven  tlie  fervent  prayer 

In  thanks  for  all  the  favors  past, 
And  seeks  a  Father's  "•iiidin«:  care 

While  strength,  and  health,  and  life  shall  last. 

O  happy  life  !  O  blissful  state  ! 

At  peace  with  man at  rest  with  God  .... 

With  every  golden  sun  elate  ! 

When  Evening  spreads  her  veil  abroad 
Full  of  thanksgiving  !    Day  and  night 

Peaceful  the  happy  moments  flow, 
While  every  feeling  wakes  delight, 

And  health  is  rich  with  radiant  glow. 

Ye  who  to  sordid  passions  yield, 

And  in  a  fretful  mood  repine  — 
Whose  hearts,  to  love  and  mercy  steeled. 

Feel  not  the  touch  of  a  divine. 
Extended  hand  —  a  scene  behold 

On  which  angelic  spirits  gaze  ; 
Forego  your  strife,  for  rank  or  gold. 

And  sweet  Avill  flow  your  songs  of  praise. 

There's  one,  so  full  of  love,  I  know 

He  will  not  e'en  a  worm  distress ; 
Much  less  a  craven  si)irit  show 

When  others  he  can  aid  or  bless. 
The  earnest  purpose  of  his  heart 

Is  to  promote  his  neighl)or's  weal ; 
To  dry  the  tear,  allay  the  smart. 

And  every  mental  anguish  heal. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  155 

As  days  pass  on,  the  friend  of  God — 

The  friend  of  man  he'll  surely  prove  — 
And  in  the  ways  the  good  have  trod 

AValk  in  the  light  of  peace  and  love. 
A  man  of  prayer,  he  will  connnit 

His  cares  to  him  his  heart  obeys, 
And  always  with  Contentment  sit 

Beneath  his  eye,  in  love  and  praise. 

He'll  watch  with  care  the  path  he  treads, 

And  place  a  seal  upon  his  tongue. 
That  he  no  evil  influence  spreads. 

To  lead  astray  the  old  or  young. 
In  every  step  he'll  seek  to  be 

Directed  by  a  Father's  hand. 
And  blest  with  grace  and  purity 

He'll  take  with  Smith  ^'^  a  noble  stand. 

Long  years  my  friend,  O  man  beloved  I 

How  oft  I  turn  thy  voice  to  hear, 
And  feel  the  friendship  daily  proved, 

At  all  times  ardent  and  sincere. 
I  miss  thee,  miss  thee  everywhere. 

And  in  the  quiet  of  my  heart 
I  sometimes  feel,  when  pressed  by  care. 

That  near  to  bless  me  still  thou  art. 

Inflexible,  determined,  just, 

Brave  Eddie  rules  a  little  squad ; 
They  all  in  him  contiding  trust. 

E'en  though  at  times  severe  and  odd. 
He  Avill  not  rest,  as  one  may  see. 

In  a  position  mean  or  low ; 
But  studies  every  hour  that  he 

In  wisdom  and  in  truth  may  grow. 


156  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He  wastes  no  precious  time  among 

The  reckless,  frivolous  or  vile; 
Nor  listens  to  the  idle  sons^ 

Provoking  simpletons  to  smile  — ■ 
But  husbands  every  moment  to 

Devote  to  some  rare,  solid  work — 
A  useful  calling  to  pursue. 

He'll  rise  a  Goudakd,'^^^  Fox'^''  or  Burkc.^^^ 

A  pleasant  day  in  winter  'tis  ; 

"Ho  !  for  Child's  Hill  !  "^'^  the  children  cry  ; 
Expecting  half  a  day  of  bliss, 

Since  they  have  thrown  their  studies  by. 
But  some  prefer  a  longer  reach, 

And  hasten  to  the  jMountfort  Hill,'^'® 
Where  over  jouncers  to  the  beach 

Of  real  sport  they  have  their  till. 

Others  to  Titcomb's  ^^  wharf  repair, 

And  steering  clear  of  sleighs  and  sleds, 
With  cheerful  music  till  the  air 

While  diviug  in  the  snowy  beds. 
A  few  to  the  Back  Fields  ^^^  make  haste, 

Where  passing  teams  do  not  molest, 
And  on  that  bleak  and  barren  waste 

Enjoy  themselves  with  perfect  zest. 

If  nought  to  make  their  spirit  sad 

Should  through  the  sunny  hours  transpire, 
AVeary  at  night,  they  all  are  glad 

To  eat  their  suppers  and  retire. 
O  happy  youth  !  through  all  your  days 

May3^ou  as  sweetly  siuk  to  rest, 
Nor  once  forget  that  Love  to  praise 

Which  makes  your  golden  days  so  blest. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  157 

"How  old  are  you?"  yoimg  Edwin  spoke, 

As  ao;ed  Freeman  ^^*  slowly  passed  ; 
The  question  in  his  heart  awoke, 

As  on  the  lad  a  look  he  cast, 
Kind  feelings  tow^ard  him,  as  he  said  : 

"If  through  the  winter  I  survive  —  " 
(And  slowly  shook  his  frosty  head) 

"I  shall,  my  dear,  be  eighty-dve." 

"How  very  old  !  "  the  lad  replied. 

Astonished  at  the  length  of  time  ; 
"I'm  only  twelv'^e."     The  pilgrim  sighed  : 

His  thoughts  flew  back  to  youthful  prime. 
"  Once  I  was  young.     But  months  and  years 

In  quick  succession  passed  away  ; 
Life  but  a  shadow  now  appears. 

Since  I  am  feeble,  old  and  gray. 

"  Soon  you  will  be  as  old  as  I, 

If  Heaven  preserves  your  life,  my  child  ; 
Your  sunny  days  will  swiftly  fly, 

And  cares  will  come."     Young  Edwin  smiled. 
"  Soon  I  shall  be  as  old  as  you? 

It  cannot  be.     For  years  and  years 
Life  will  be  bright,  and  fresh,  and  new." 

"  Hear  me,  my  child  !"     He  brushed  the  tears 

That  rolled  adown  his  furrowed  cheek  : 

"Ah  !  once  I  thought  as  you  do  now. 
And  Avhen  I  heard  the  aged  speak, 

And  saw  the  Avrinklos  on  their  brow, 
I  laughed  and  said,  'Twill  never  be 

When  I  shall  tremble  in  the  breeze, 
With  tottering  step  and  feeble  knee. 

And  have  such  frosty  locks  as  these. 


158  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

"  All  me  !  'tis  but  a  summer's  day 

Since  I  ran  nimbly  tlirough  the  street, 
And  saw  the  spring's  bright  blossoms  play 

And  full  like  snow-flakes  at  my  feet. 
I  heard  the  birds  with  pure  delight 

In  grove,  and  field,  and  meadow  sing ; 
To  cheer  my  heart  and  bless  my  sight 

Each  golden  day  would  something  bring. 

"  A  mother's  love  I  then  enjoyed  — 

A  gentle  sister's  fond  caress  — 
And  in  my  heart  there  was  no  void ; 

'Twas  all  unbounded  happiness. 
I  loved  the  seasons  as  they  brought 

Their  varied  beauties  to  my  view, 
And  filled  the  listeninsj  ear  of  thouolit 

With  something  lively,  fresh  and  new. 

"  I  gazed  upon  the  sky.     It  seemed 

An  ocean  of  eternal  blue. 
But  then,  my  child,  I  only  dreamed  : 

The  years  will  fly  as  swift  with  you. 
You  look  upon  me,  but  you  feel 

No  sad  misgivings  in  the  heart ; 
No  thoughts  of  wasted  moments  steal 

Life's  sunny  joys.     No  envies  dart 

"  Their  poisoned  arrows  at  your  name  ; 

None  what  is  false  in  you  endorse, 
And  point  to  you  the  hand  of  shame, 

To  fill  your  bosom  with  remorse. 
Ah  !  listen  to  me,  old  and  gray  ; 

My  steps  have  nearly  reached  their  goal ; 
Perhaps  a  word  that  1  shall  say 

May  give  fresh  vigor  to  the  soul. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  15U 

"Love  truth  and  virtue  ;  hate  a  wrong, 

And  no  distress  on  others  bring ; 
If  vice  alUire,  resist  it  strong, 

And  frown  on  every  wicked  thing. 
Be  careful  every  day  to  keep 

Your  heart  from  vicious  thoughts  and  vain  ; 
And  read  those  works  where  you  can  reap, 

Not  tares,  but  tlie  substantial  grain. 

"In  every  act  let  justice  shine. 

With  whomsoever  3^ou  may  deal, 
And  love  to  Heaven  your  steps  incline. 

Where  sorrow  bleeds,  that  you  may  heal. 
Visit  the  fatherless  and  poor, 

And  strive  to  make  the  wretched  blest ; 
And  at  the  orphan's  humble  door 

You'll  be  a  loved  and  welcome  guest." 

He  paused  a  moment,  and  he  placed 

His  trembling  hand  upon  his  brow ; 
As  if  in  memory  he  traced 

Some  scene  he  wished  to  picture  now. 
His  thoughts  flew  back  to  early  years, 

And  faded  jo^'s  before  him  rose  ; 
Sweet  music  fell  upon  his  cars. 

And  he  forgot  life's  wintry  snows. 

"  What  changes  in  these  fourscore  years ! 

I  look  around  me,  all  is  new, 
And  life  a  shadowy  dream  appears  ; 

Here  where  I  stand  the  wild  birds  flew, 
And  on  yon  spot  a  crazy  mill 

A\'ent  whizzing  round  from  day  to  day ; 
And  stately  trees  were  on  the  hill 

Where  in  my  youth  I  loved  to  play. 


160  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

"  Beside  the  winding  creeks  below 

Tiie  willows  and  the  alders  grew  ; 
And  when  the  tide  was  in  its  flow 

Surpassing  beautiful  the  view  ! 
How  oft  I've  sat  upon  the  bank. 

When  spring  had  clothed  the  fields  with  green, 
And  in  my  heart  rejoiced  to  thank 

The  Author  of  the  wondrous  scene. 

"Where  all  these  pleasant  dwellings  rise, 

Down  to  the  waters  of  the  cove, 
A  lovely  landscape  met  the  eyes, 

With  here  and  there  a  charming  grove. 
The  deer  would  sometimes  bound  along 

Amid  the  trees  —  upon  the  shore  ; 
And  birds  of  plumage,  wild  with  song, 

Their  liveliest,  cheeriest  warblings  pour. 

"O  time  and  change  I  I  feel  oppressed 

When  to  the  past  I  look,  and  see 
Not  one  of  all  the  friends  who  blessed  — 

Who  counselled,  loved,  and  prayed  with  me. 
There's  not  a  form  mv  childhood  knew 

But  sleeps  beneath  the  icy  sod. 
I'm  feeble  now  ;  my  days  are  few  : 

O  when  shall  I  awake  with  God?" 

The  old  man  leaned  ujion  his  cane, 

Exhausted  ])y  the  elibrt  made. 
And  suft'ercd  not  a  little  pain, 

While  Edwin  lent  to  him  his  aid. 
Revived  and  smiling,  he  passed  on. 

Bidding  the  thoughtful  child  good-by  ; 
I  saw,  as  soon  as  he  Avas  gone, 

A  teardrop  fall  from  Edwin's  eye. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  161 

Ah  !  kind  and  sympcathizing  lad, 

May  Heaven  watch  over  thee,  and  keep 
Thy  future  life  from  all  that's  bad, 

Xor  suffer  in  thy  heart  to  sleep 
Those  fires  of  hell,  that  seethe  and  break. 

And  overwhelm  in  stern  despair : 
May  in  his  arms  the  Saviour  take. 

And  guard  thee  with  a  tender  care  ! 

In  youth  and  age  —  life  lengthened  out  — 

Thou  wilt  be  honored  and  beloved ; 
A  spirit  generous  and  devout. 

Peculiarly  by  God  approved. 
Will  be  a  wealth  of  peace  and  joy, 

Where'er  thy  lot  in  life  is  placed  — 
Amid  the  troubles  that  annoy  .... 

The  ills  that  fret ....  the  cares  that  waste. 

May  all  thy  friends  behold  thee  grow 

Steadfast  in  virtue,  with  thy  feet 
Firm  as  a  rock,  round  which  may  flow 

The  surge  in  vain,  and  storms  may  beat ! 
For  thy  foundation,  deep  and  strong, 

Earth  cannot  shake.     On  truth  'tis  built. 
No  servile  foe,  no  ])ribe  of  wrong, 

Shall  fright  thy  soul,  or  stain  Avith  guilt. 

God's  blessing  on  thy  sunny  head, 

Where'er  thy  future  steps  may  turn  ! 
With  Truth  and  Virtue  garlanded 

Thou  wilt  the  blessed  wa}'  discern 
That  Peace  attends  —  where  Wisdom  smiles, 

And  Grace  in  full  abundance  flows ; 
Safe  from  the  world's  deceitfid  Aviles, 

Its  treacherous  joys  —  its  threatening  woes. 
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162  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Perhaps  a  Russell's-^"  laurels  may 

Grace  thv  fair  brow  ;  or  it  may  be 
A  Sibley's  ^^'  noble  heart  will  sway 

Thy  generous  bosom  gloriously  ; 
To  cheer  the  fainting  soul,  and  bring 

The  richest  treasures  earth  can  give ; 
To  take  from  poverty  its  sting, 

And  bid  the  sad  rejoice  and  live. 

Set,  overbearing — there  is  one 

Who  thinks  that  all  must  yield  to  him ; 
No  good  he  sees  in  what  is  done 

By  those  around.     "Tyrannic  Jim," 
The  scholars  hail  him  —  and  no  taste 

Has  he  for  Nature's  glorious  Avorks ; 
To  scenes  with  rarest  beauties  graced, 

His  heart  is  colder  than  a  Turk's. 

Where'er  he  sees  a  beauteous  flower 

Soft  smiling  in  the  dusty  street, 
That  oft  beguiles  a  sunny  hour. 

He  crushes  it  beneath  his  feet. 
A  blade  of  grass  he  will  not  spare, 

If  it  a  sinirlc  heart  deliirhts, 
Or  kindly  from  the  brow  of  care 

Removes  the  gloom  of  weary  nights. 

In  manhood's  strength  what  will  he  be, 

If  now  the  ])cautiful  he  hates  ?  — 
If  every  spot  of  flower  and  tree 

His  cloudy  spirit  desolates? 
He'll  level  with  the  dusty  ground 

All  our  dear  fathers'  pride  and  joy  ; 
And  every  noble  oak  that's  found 

Will  doom  at  once  —  strip  or  destroy. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  1G3 

A  splendid  patch  of  living  green, 

Where  oft  the  weary  stop  to  gaze  — r 
Round  which  rejoicing  birds  are  seen, 

That  lift  their  grateful  notes  of  praise  — 
Is  torn  away  by  his  command, 

And  granite  pavements  take  its  place  ; 
The  trees  that  in  their  glory  stand 

Fall  like  the  last  of  Philip's  ^^^  race. 

The  gentle  streams  that  health  convey, 

And  purify  the  atmosphere  ; 
Beside  which  doves  and  children  play  — 

Humanity  noAV  holds  so  dear  — 
He'll  bridge  with  planks  or  fill  with  dirt. 

And  every  trace  of  beauty  raze  ; 
Had  he  the  power,  the  heavens  he'd  girt, 

And  quench  the  planets  while  they  blaze. 

Though  Emerson  ^^'  Avith  vigor  plead. 

And  Holmes ^^*  lift  up  his  music-voice  — 
A  thousand  tender  memories  bleed  — 

To  check  the  spirit  that  destroys  — 
No  heed  is  given.     The  mandate  flies 

Forth  from  the  soul  that  never  sees 
Beauty  in  aught  but  stocks  that  rise. 

And  razed  at  once  are  Paddock's  ^'^^  trees. 

Two  noble  elms  but  lately  stood, 

The  pride  and  glory  of  ]>iiOAi)AVAY ; '^^'^ 
While  age  well  pleased  their  beauty  viewed 

The  children  round  them  loved  to  pUiy. 
Warblers  amid  the  ])raiiches  sung 

Througliout  the  shiuiug  sunnner  days. 
And  built  their  nests  and  reared  their  young  : 

And  scores  stood  listening  to  their  lays. 


164  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  merchant,  from  the  noonday  smi — 

The  laborer  souijht  a  shelter  here, 
With  many  a  faint  and  weary  one, 

Glad  to  escape  the  heat  severe. 
The  grateful  shade  !  —  a  luxnry 

Gold  cannot  bny that  all  enjoy  ; 

Blessing  to  wealth  and  poverty 

Alas  !  that  ruthless  hands  destroy  I 

For  so  much  gold  the  trees  they  doom  — 

The  real  glory  of  the  town  — 
With  all  their  wealth  of  summer  bloom, 

Cold  Avarice  will  hew  them  down. 
It  feels  no  comfort  in  the  shade  ; 

No  music  hears  in  birds  that  sing ; 
It  finds  no  beauty  though  displayed 

In  every  bud  and  flower  of  spring. 

The  trees  !  that  health  and  joy  dispense  — 

Each  whispering  leaf  a  psalm  of  praise  — 
On  which  a  kind  Benevolence 

His  wisdom  and  his  love  displays  — 
For  his  convenience,  or  his  greed, 

Man  levels  Avith  the  earth.     No  tears. 
No  earnest  prayers  will  Avarice  heed  ; 

So  health  with  beauty  disappears. 

"Gold  !  give  me  gold  !"  —  this  is  the  cry 

Of  man  degenerate  and  perverse  : 
For  this  he  throws  his  comforts  1)y, 

And  makes  the  glorious  earth  a  curse  : 
Destroys  the  blessings  scattered  round 

By  a  kind  Father's  tender  care. 
And  scathes  each  lovely  s[)ot  of  ground 

That  would  a  plant  or  blossom  bear. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  165 

The  city  fathers  —  men  presumed 

To  be  intelligent  and  wise  — 
Not  from  Egyptian  crypts  exhumed, 

Startled  from  sleep  of  centuries  — 
But  living  in  a  wondrous  age 

Of  science,  literature  and  art  — 
With  all  the  light  that  seer,  and  sage, 

And  priest,  and  prophet  can  impart  — 

Tlie  city  fathers  —  strange  indeed 

That  they  should  kiss  a  calf  of  gold  ! 
Unheeding  prayers  from  hearts  that  bleed  ! 

Too  late  'tis  seen  that  they  have  sold 
Pure  air,  and  Ijartered  health  away 

For  bricks  and  mortar,  dust  and  heat  — 
That  Virtue  hastens  to  decay. 

While  Vice  is  rampant  in  the  street. 

Shame  to  the  man  whose  sordid  breast 

No  glory  traces  in  a  tree. 
When  in  its  wealth  of  splendor  dressed, 

Erect  in  strength  and  majesty  : 
Beneath  whose  shadow,  as  the  sun 

Hangs  vertical,  the  beasts  recline  — 
To  which  the  wayworn  pilgrims  run 

When  in  the  scorching  heat  they  pine. 

O  God  !  who  made  the  stately  trees. 

And  all  the  earth  with  beauty  crowned. 
Who  gave  the  l)irds  those  melodies 

That  make  the  grove  enchanted  ground. 
Appear,  and  check  the  vandal  hand 

Uplifted  to  destroy  thy  works  ; 
The  craven  spirit.  Lord,  cominand. 

That  in  the  seltish  bosom  lurks. 


106  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  lust  of  power the  greed  of  gain .... 

Which  muke  the  heart  of  Mercy  bleed  — 
That  with  a  purpose  half  insane 

Press  Virtue  to  its  utmost  need  — 
O  may  some  higher  fiat  stay, 

And  save  at  least  one  flower  or  shrub  — 
One  blade  of  grass  —  to  cheer  our  way, 

While  travelling  round  the  almighty  IIub.^-^ 

A  holiday  !  to  Rocky  Hill  ^"^^ 

Tom,  Dick  and  Jack  —  a  dozen  start; 
Of  sunny  joys  to  take  their  fill. 

With  nimble  feet  and  buoyant  heart. 
They  play  around  the  juniper, 

Or  climb  the  spruce  or  towering  pine, 
While  some  the  cosy  nook  prefer. 

Or  by  the  shading  rock  recline. 

They  listen  to  the  sparrow's  song. 

When  seated  on  the  mossy  ground. 
And  see  the  partridge  whirr  along, 

Or  hear  his  ceaseless  drumming  sound. 
Gray  squirrels  skip  about  the  trees, 

While  quivering  shadows  come  and  go. 
Just  as  the  fickle,  changeful  l)reeze 

Moves  the  green  branches  to  and  fro. 

Now  a  bright  spot  of  sunshine  falls. 

And  softly  gleams  about  their  feet. 
While  struo:2:lin2:  throuiih  the  oaken  walls 

It  strives  tlie  humid  earth  to  heat. 
They  listen  to  the  nuirmuring  sound 

Of  sighing  trees,  and  see  them  shake, 
And  hungry  spread  their  luncheons  round, 

And  with  a  hearty  zest  partake. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  167 

Aiioii  they  rob  the  biimblc-ljee  ; 

Their  pockets  lill  with  foxbcrry  leaves  ; 
They  cut  down  many  a  tiny  tree ; 

Then  homeward  travel  with  their  sheaves. 
With  stiffened  limbs,  and  tilled  with  dust, 

Made  weary  by  their  tedious  tramp, 
They  sink  to  rest.     Bright  forms,  I  trust, 

Around  their  downy  beds  encamp. 

Ah,  Sloven  !  'tis  no  wonder  you 

Among  the  pleasant  children  find 
So  few  to  love  you.     It  is  true 

Some  mates  are  social ;  others  kind  ; 
But  all  dislike  a  lazy  drone, 

Who  is  not  genial,  prompt  and  neat : 
None  marvel  you're  so  oft  ah)nc. 

Who  see  your  book,  your  desk  and  seat. 

The  book  is  soiled — the  desk  is  cut  — 

The  seat  uncomfortably  mean — 
Where  many  filthy  things  are  put. 

And  vile  tobacco-juice  is  seen. 
All  show  the  marks  of  hal)its  low  — 

Revolting  to  the  cleanly  lad  ; 
This  is  the  reason,  you  should  know, 

Why  real  friends  you  never  had. 

Whene'er  3'ou  meet  a  tidy  boy 

It  is  not  strange  he  moves  along ; 
Your  breath  must  so  the  child  aimoy, 

With  fumes  of  the  narcotic  strong  — 
Its  fetid  odor  all  around  — 

Tie  cnnuot  ()rook  the  nauseous  scene, 
And  more  congenial  friends  has  found. 

Whose  faces,  hands  and  mouths  arc  clean. 


168  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

All  ill-bred  l)oy  yoii  ulways  know 

From  his  surroundings  day  by  day ; 
With  the  profane  he's  sure  to  go, 

While  from  the  good  he  turns  away. 
About  the  wharves,  or  near  a  bar, 

He's  wont  to  lounge,  or  idly  sit. 
Puffing  a  mean  cast-olF  cigar  ; 

Kepelling  by  his  vulgar  Avit. 

Would  you  grow  up  in  virtue's  ways. 

And  be  an  honor  to  your  age? 
Listen  to  what  true  wisdom  says. 

And  in  no  practices  engage 
That  will  debase  the  mind,  or  bring 

lleproach  to  virtue  ;  and  l)e  sure 
That  from  your  heart  shall  only  spring 

Pure  words  through  lips  sincerely  pure. 

The  boy  who  smokes  to-day,  perhaps 

To-morrow  will  be  led  to  drink, 
Till  Vice  around  a  mantle  wraps, 

And  leads  him  blindfold  to  the  brhik 
Of  utter  ruin.     Thence  he  falls. 

Like  scores  of  thoughtless  ones  before  ; 
And  when  too  late  for  help  he  calls, 

Stern  Justice  frowns  at  Mercy's  door. 

Watching  the  spiders  weave  their  nets. 

With  all  his  soul's  intensity, 
Ben  sits  entranced,  and  knowledge  gets; 

He's  hapi)y  as  a  child  can  be. 
He  often  throws  aside  his  l)ook 

To  see  the  tiny  insects  leap, 
Or  play  Avith  sunbeams  on  the  brook, 

Or  mid  the  scented  clover  sleep. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  169 

In  all  the  life  that  God  has  made, 

However  hiunble,  weak  and  frail, 
Wisdom  and  love  he  sees  displayed. 

The  fish  that  swim  ;  the  birds  that  sail ; 
The  beasts  upon  the  mountain  side  ; 

The  lofty  tree  ;  the  humble  tlower, 
That  strives  its  modest  head  to  hide, 

Alike  display  Almighty  power. 

Through  many  a  summer  day  he'll  walk 

Among  the  trees,  or  sit  upon 
Some  mossy  bank,  and  love  to  talk 

AVith  inseets  floating  in  the  sun —  . 
Or  lessons  from  the  bushes  read, 

That  spread  their  Icatiness  around  ; 
He  gathers  from  the  sickly  Aveed 

Knowledge  that  nowhere  else  is  found. 

He  overturns  a  ponderous  stone 

To  see  the  living  forms  beneath, 
And  as  the  frightened  tenants  run, 

Stoops  down  as  if  to  hear  them  breathe. 
The  sluggish  worms  he  watches  till 

From  heat  and  light  they  disappear ; 
Admiring  the  creative  skill 

That  stored  a  world  of  bcinij  here. 


He  studios  birds,  flowers,  insects,  trees, 

And  wisdom  from  them  all  derives  ; 
What  seem  to  others  mysteries, 

Are  plain  to  him.     A  Hand  contrives 
And  stretches  o'er  and  governs  all, 

And  he  can  see  connecting  links 
Between  the  tmy  worms  that  crawl. 

And  God's  own  image,  man,  Avho  thinks. 


170  SCHOOL    IS    OUT. 

The  child  will  be  distiiiguished  when 

A  few  more  years  their  cycles  run  ; 
When  all  the  boys  have  grown  to  men, 

And  life's  great  duties  are  begun. 
Expounding  Nature's  laws,  he  may 

Put  fortli  an  influence  far  and  wide  ; 
Like  Franklin,-^^  with  the  lightnings  play. 

To  liberty  a  nation  guide. 

Or  like  a  Morse j^^"  the  crowd  entrance, 

As  he  the  works  of  God  unfolds, 
And  shows  the  absurdity  that  chance 

Can  form  the  wondrous  shell  he  holds ; 
Convincing  skeptics  of  a  wise, 

A  just,  supreme,  Almighty  Power, 
Who,  though  he  rules  the  earth  and  skies. 

Cares  for  the  insect,  shell  and  flower. 

The  envious  lad,  I  apprehend, 

Will  little  favor  find  among 
His  generous  schoolmates,  who  befriend 

The  humble  poor,  and  scorn  to  wrong 
A  sinirlc  creature  God  has  made. 

He  may  pretend  to  be  sincere ; 
But  honest  truth  he  will  evade, 

And  his  true  character  appear. 

If  now  he  envies  those  Avho  rise 

By  meritorious  acts,  what  will 
His  future  be?     Not  just  nor  wise. 

Unchecked,  the  disposition  still 
Will  prompt  his  actions,  and  may  be 

The  source  of  mischiefs  manifold, 
In  church  or  in  society, 

Whate'er  position  he  may  hold. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  171 

"  They  come  !  they  come  !  hurrah  !  they  come  ! 

The  Infantry  !  —  Mechanic  Blues  ^^^ !  — 
I  hear  the  bugle,  fife  aucl  drum  ! " 

All  start  iind  run  at  the  alad  news, 
Forgetting  sport  to  tramp  around, 

Throuijli  dust  and  heat,  mid  boisterous  cheers, 
And  listen  to  the  inspiring  sound 

That  falls  upon  the  wondering  ears. 

They  follow  on  to  Prout's  ^'^  or  Broad's,^'^ 

Where  men  manoeuvre,  halt  and  fire  — 
Although  uneven  Spurwink^^^  roads 

Are  half-knee  deep  with  dust  or  mire. 
They  see  the  soldiers  —  'tis  enough 

To  satisfy  the  curious  mind. 
And  were  the  roads  ten  times  as  rough, 

They  would  red  coats  and  music  find. 

They  view  the  soldiers  :  would  they  be 

Attractive  to  the  youthful  mind. 
If  caps  and  plumes  they  could  not  see? 

And  would  they  follow  close  behind 
A  file  of  men  in  working  trim. 

With  not  a  note  to  stir  the  blood? 
The  turnout  would  indeed  be  slim. 

And  scores  be  saved  from  dust  and  mud. 

I- 

He  sat  upon  a  mossy  stone, 

Beside  the  GuN  IIousE  ^^^  on  the  hill  — 
A  poor  old  man  half  blind,  alone, 

Gazing  upon  the  crowd,  until 
A  circle  gathered,  and  besought 

The  aged  one  to  sing  a  .song  — 
And  he  a  man  of  feeble  thought, 

AVho  scarcely  knew  the  right  from  wrong. 


172  SCHOOL      IS     OUT. 

Amid  the  excitement  and  the  noise 

Old  x\very'^^^  sang,  but  pained  the  ears 
Of  all  except  the  vicious  bo3's. 

'Tis  sad  to  know  that  men  of  years, 
Thoughtless,  degraded  —  half  insane  — 

Will  their  corrupting  natures  show, 
And  the  pure  heart  of  Virtue  pain 

By  prurient  strains  they  round  them  throw. 

When  trembling  on  the  tomb's  dark  verge, 

O  God  !  how  sad  the  sight  —  a  mind 
Depraved  and  sunk from  which  emerge 

Thoughts  vile,  impure  :  a  soul  designed 
By  Heaven  to  show  sweet  wisdom  forth, 

Grovelling  in  sin  :  a  hateful  thing 
Of  loathsomeness,  gangrening  earth, 

And  poisoning  every  wholesome  spring. 

There  are  —  "who,  bloated  and  blear-eyed, 

Disgusting  to  the  good  and  pure  — 
Appear  to  take  satanic  pride 

The  young  and  guileless  to  allure 
In  paths  of  crime  —  to  fill  with  gall 

Their  future  days.     If  there's  a  curse 
Dark,  damning,  deep,  on  such  'twill  fall : 

A  Dives'  doom  could  not  be  worse. 

# 

There  is  a  spring  a-l)ul)l)ling  up 

On  Mayo  Stukkt,-"  where  boys  resort, 
To  quench  their  thirst  from  Nature's  cup. 

In  summer's  heat  how  oft  they  sought 
The  cooling  Avaters  gushing  out, 

Well  ])leascd  before  the.  sti'cam  to  bow 
And  drink  their  fill,  amid  the  shout 

Of  merrv  bovs.     I  hear  it  now. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  173 

I  see  tbe  children  scattered  round 

In  fields  and  on  the  verdant  bank ; 
One  plucks  a  flower,  and  one  has  found 

A  mushroom  springing,  lean  and  lank  — 
And  one  a  putf-ball,  which  he  shows 

As  something  wonderful  and  strange  — 
AVhile  every  face  with  radiance  glows, 

As  o'er  the  sunny  fields  they  range. 

Ho  !  to  the  Cove  !  ^^     Away  they  speed, 

Through  thistles  bristling  in  the  sun  ; 
They  scare  the  sand-peeps  as  they  feed, 

And  seem  to  think  it  glorious  fun 
To  wade  along  the  muddy  flats 

And  watch  the  waves  that  ebb  and  come  • 
Or  chase  the  straying  dogs  and  cats 

That  dare  to  venture  far  from  home. 

Anon  they  rob  the  mussel-beds, 

Kindle  a  tire  of  chaff  and  wood  — 
And  when  protrude  the  ebon  heads. 

The  bivalves  make  delicious  food. 
And  thus  they  pass  each  pleasant  hour 

In  varied  sport,  with  rare  delight ; 
Perhaps  caught  in  a  sudden  shower, 

They  hasten  home  in  sorry  pliglit. 

"Ilm-rah  !"  cried  Dick,  "on  Thursdav  comes 

The  glorious  Foiulh  !  "     A  happy  day 
To  all  the  lads.     They  beat  their  drums 

And  fire  their  guns,  and  give  full  play 
To  hearts  that  overflow  with  joy. 

The  Fourtli  I  what  reminiscences 
Of  pleasures  past,  to  every  boy  — 

Each  moment  crowded  to  excess. 


174  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Up  to  Mount  Joy  ^^^  the  thousands  throng 

To  see  the  tents,  enjoy  the  fun, 
And  hear  the  rustic's  joll}'^  song, 

Or  round  a  noisy  circle  run. 
About  Ma'ajh  Shepard's  '^^^  booth  they  hang, 

As  scores  of  children  come  and  buy  — 
While  some  rude  boy  pours  out  his  slang, 

And  "  beer  !  "  "  eggs  !  "  "  pies  I  "  a  dozen  cry. 

Ma'am  Shepard  !  good  old  dame  !     I  seem 

To  see  her  now  and  hear  her  voice, 
As  when  she  dealt  out  nogg  and  cream, 

Amid  the  exuberance  and  the  noise 
Of  men  and  children  near  her  tent  — 

Confusing  and  confused  —  well  pleased, 
As  happy  urchins  came  and  went, 

And  she  the  nimble  coppers  seized. 

All  day  beneath  the  burning  sun 

The  patient  woman  sat  and  sold ; 
But  sometimes,  when  imposed  upon, 

'Twould  chill  your  blood  to  hear  her  scold  : 
For  roijuish  children  oft  deceived 

And  vexed  her  sorely,  but  she  kept 
Her  temper  long,  and  then  she  grieved 

That  anger  in  her  bosom  slept. 

And  standing:  round  is  Harrington ,^^^ 

Exclaiming  with  a  nasal  twang, 
"Come,  buy  fresh  candy,  every  one  I" 

The  voice  I  hear  as  then  it  rang — 
Before  me  see  the  stalwart  frame 

And  slouching  hat ;  the  Koman  nose, 
That,  midday,  seems  a  little  flame, 

As  down  the  burning  ardent  goes. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  175 

And  Newh.vll,^^^  in  his  gay  attire, 

Is  prancing  up  and  down  the  hill, 
As  haughtv  as  a  fresh-made  squire, 

While  shout  the  boys,  "Hurrah  for  Bill !  " 
He's  in  the  height  of  fashion  dressed, 

"With  high-crowned  hat  and  polished  boots  ; 
Hansrs  dano^lino:  from  his  snow-white  vest 

A  quizzing-glass,  his  fancy  suits. 

Attached  to  a  huge  pinchbeck  watch  — 

He  doubts  not  is  a  golden  one  — 
Are  gilded  chains,  and  seals  to  match, 

A-flashing  in  the  noonday  sun. 
With  form  erect,  he  twirls  a  cane. 

And  bows  obsequious  to  the  crowd ; 
No  man  in  all  the  State  of  Maine 

Is  more  elated,  pompous,  proud. 

Poor  Neavhall  long  since  passed  away, 

Peace  to  his  dust !     We  shall  not  see 
His  like  again  for  many  a  day. 

Perhaps  once  in  a  century 
A  character  like  his  appears, 

The  common  people  to  amuse  — 
To  tickle  their  attentive  ears 

With  thoughts  which  they  can  never  lose. 

A  fight !  and  AVest  ^*^  is  in  the  mood. 

Belligerent,  to  carry  through 
The  frightful  scene,  so  oft  renewed 

When  rum  is  up,  and  temper  too. 
Rush-"  to  the  rescue  of  his  friend 

Appears,  while  scores  of  urchins  run 
To  sec  the  heavy  IjIows  descend  — 

While  men,  half  drunk,  enjoy  the  fun. 


176  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

All  generous  terms  of  peace  refused, 

They  light  it  out,  whate'er  the  cost  — 
Till  flesh  is  sashed  and  limbs  are  bruised, 

And  all  their  strength  the  men  exhaust. 
But  Hall^*^  and  Polleys^*^  soon  appear, 

And  lead  them  bleeding  from  the  hill, 
While  hundreds  follow  in  the  rear, 

And  street,  and  steps,  and  doorway  fill. 

Then,  at  the  closing  of  the  day. 

The  boys  and  girls  were  in  their  glory. 
Viewing  the  wonderful  display 

Before  the  red  Observatory.^" 
The  crackers  burst  —  torpedoes  flew  — 

The  hill  and  heavens  with  rockets  blazed  — 
Squibs,  serpents,  wheels,  green  lights  and  blue, 

On  which  the  crowd  enraptured  gazed. 

Thus  closed  the  Fourth.     All  they  desired 

The  children  saw,  and  they  were  blest. 
And  weary  to  their  homes  retired, 

Glad  to  approach  their  beds,  and  rest. 
All  were  not  happy.     Some  partook 

Of  poisonous  drinks,  then  freely  sold. 
And  with  a  silly,  beastly  look, 

Half  crazed  into  their  chambers  rolled. 

"Aha  !  "  cries  Ned,  "I  see  what  makes 

Old  Ricks  a  fool,  that  all  despise  ; 
It  is  because  he  daily  takes 

His  toddy  slings,  and  then  denies 
That  he  is  drunk  or  quarrelsome, 

When  every  boy  can  see  at  once 
That  'tis  the  effect  of  drinking  rum 

Which  makes  hhn  such  a  stupid  dunce. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  177 

"He'll  sing  at  times,  and  laugh  and  joke, 

Then  stare  as  if  devoid  of  sense  ; 
Will  take  a  filthy  pipe  and  smoke, 

Just  as  the  tidy  folks  commence 
Their  evening  meal.     He  does  not  see, 

When  rum  is  in  and  reason  out, 
How  great  the  impropriety, 

And  scarcely  knows  what  he's  about." 

Hum  and  tobacco  —  sisters  twin  — 

What  countless  evils  they  produce  ! 
When  Satan  w^ould  from  virtue  win, 

These  are  the  Aveapons  he  will  use 
To  draw  from  duty.     Well  he  knows 

How  easily  a  youth  is  led 
To  fraternize  with  mortal  foes, 

When  rum  and  smoke  have  turned  his  head. 

Few  are  the  sins  that  charm  the  eye 

Of  sober  man.     If  he'd  commit 
A  grave  offence,  first  he  will  try 

The  poisonous  drug  —  perhaps  will  sit 
And  smoke  an  hour,  or  chew  the  weed, 

Till  with  the  virus  impregnated. 
And  then  to  action  Avill  proceed. 

The  worst  of  passions  elevated. 

Note  that  3'oung  man  :  a  year  ago 

A  so1)cr  and  industrious  youth  ; 
Enticed  where  sparkling  Avinocups  flow. 

He  lost  his  love  for  home  and  truth  ; 
And  noAV,  if  you  can  catch  his  eye. 

You'll  liiid  its  lustre  has  departed; 
Of  old  companions  he  is  shy. 

Since  on  the  path  of  vice  he  started. 
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178  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

A  social  glass  he  merely  took 

To  please  a  friend.     It  was  his  first ; 
His  noble  principles  it  shook — 

Created  in  his  breast  a  thirst 
For  one  glass  more.     Not  satisfied, 

He  touched  again.     Where  is  he  now? 
Lost  to  all  sense  of  manly  pride, 

You  often  find  him  in  the  slough. 

Beware,  I  pray,  and  never  touch 

The  insidious  foe.     With  all  your  strength 
Dare  to  resist  his  first  approach. 

Or  3'ou  may  sadly  foil  at  length. 
To  perish  like  the  brute.     Beware 

Of  the  bland  tempter's  smiling  face  ; 
Lift  up  to  heaven  the  earnest  prayer, 

That  God  may  keep  you  by  his  grace  ; 

And  he  will  keep  you.     Only  they 

Who  trust  in  him,  and  always  trust, 
Are  safe.     All  others  go  astray. 

And  following  i)ride  ....  consuming  lust .... 
Ignobl}'-  fall,  with  few  to  weep 

When  they  are  gone.     Remember,  then, 
That  God  alone  can  safely  keep. 

And  raise  the  earnest  prayer  again. 

The  youth  so  full  of  vain  pretence, 

Who  struts  about  with  pompous  air ; 
Who  has  unbounded  confidence 

To  push  ahead,  where  angels  dare 
Not  with  their  spotless  robes  appear  — 

To  whose  suggestions  all  must  yield 
As  to  a  heaven-anointed  seer, 

"VMiose  mission  is  divinely  sealed  — 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  179 

Filled  to  the  brim  with  self-esteem, 

And  haught}'^  as  a  fool  can  be  — 
Who  deems  himself  almost  supreme  — 

Inflated  pride,  pomposity  — 
Whose  scornful  air  and  bearing  make 

His  humble  mates  his  course  detest, 
And  sometimes  wicked  thoughts  awake. 

That  slumber  in  the  youthful  breast  — 

Will  yet  his  level  find  among 

The  lowest,  meanest  of  his  race, 
And  know  that  neither  brass  nor  tongue. 

Nor  crowding  to  an  honored  place. 
Makes  the  true  man.     'Tis  something  more 

Than  arrogance,  pretence  and  pride, 
Inflated  words,  with  froth  and  roar, 

Or  boasting  with  a  lion's  hide. 

But  recently  upon  the  stage 

He  spoke.     All  praised  his  piece. 
They  thought  that,  for  his  tender  age, 

'Twas  excellent.     But  one  who  sees 
Deep  in  the  treacherous  soul,  perceived 

The  article  purloined  from  More, 
And  then  the  foolish  heart  was  grieved 

That  late  the  palm  of  triumph  bore. 

Chagrined,  with  looks  a  little  sour. 

Suppressing  angry  thoughts  that  burned, 
He  sat  reflecting  half  an  hour. 

Before  his  confidence  returned. 
He  claimed  'twas  unintentional ; 

He  had  l)cen  reading,  and  supposed 
Upon  the  line  of  thought  he  Icll 

As  soon  as  he  the  book  had  closed. 


180  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

But  few  believed  the  words  he  said  ; 

He  made  himself  a  laughing-stock, 
And  many  a  time  his  face  was  red, 

And  his  complacence  felt  a  shock, 
As  the  remark  was  Avhispered  round. 

That  he  in  borrowed  plumage  shone  ; 
The  thoughts  advanced  were  often  sound, 

But  not  an  idea  was  his  own. 

He  flourished  in  a  youthful  club, 

At  times  used  words  of  learned  length. 
With  language  fine  —  but  here's  the  rub  — 

From  books  he  borrowed  all  his  strength. 
Folly  supreme  !     I  see  the  day 

When  he  before  the  world  will  stand, 
With  all  those  laurels  torn  away 

Which  true  respect  and  love  command. 

Inflated  Ignorance  may  shine 

For  years,  and  win  the  meed  of  praise. 
While  some  may  deem  him  half  divine, 

As  wondering,  listening,  long  they  gaze. 
But  fraud  will  be  exposed  at  last, 

And  the  true  character  divined  — 
A  Logan's '^^^  stolen  plumes  be  cast  — 

The  gems  iu  which  a  Fulton'^*''  shined. 

Boys  laugh  at  thee,  my  child?     And  why? 

Because  a  patch  is  on  thy  knee  ? 
Come,  cheer  thee  up,  and  pass  them  by; 

I  have  a  word  to  speak  to  thee. 
Once  lived  a  poor  and  quiet  lad, 

AMio  went  to  school  and  made  no  show ; 
His  clothes  were  coarse the  best  he  had  .... 

With  these  he  was  content  to  go. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  181 

The  boys  sneered  at  him,  and  sometimes 

It  caused  his  youthful  heart  to  ache, 
To  hear  the  uncouth,  cutting  rhymes 

At  his  appearance  they  Avould  make. 
He  bore  their  jeers  and  ridicule. 

And  seldom  spoke  a  word  unkind, 
Yet  not  a  boy  in  all  the  school 

With  him  a  serious  fault  could  find. 

The  master  often  spoke  in  praise 

Of  the  example  Edwin  set. 
And  what  might  be  in  future  days ; 

Perhaps  he'd  rise  above  them  yet. 
He  knew  their  faults,  and  oft  impressed 

This  simple  truth  upon  the  mind  — 
The  child  who  tries  to  do  his  best, 

Substantial  friends  at  last  Avill  find. 

So  Edwin,  with  a  manly  heart. 

The  path  of  duty  still  pursued  ; 
Age  and  experience  took  his  part, 

When  schoolmates  were  severe  and  rude. 
He  murmured  not  that  he  was  poor. 

And  only  grieved  at  what  was  said  ; 
He  kept  his  thoughts  and  actions  pure, 

And  was  of  only  sin  afraid. 

He  grew  to  manhood,  and  l)ecame 

Illustrious  for  his  generous  deeds  ; 
And  often  now  I  hear  his  name 

Where  Want  is  felt  and  ]\Iercy  bleeds. 
His  ample  purse  is  open  thrown  ; 

His  generous  heart  was  never  shut ; 
Who  make  to  him  their  sorrows  known 

Are  sure  to  be  assisted  ;  —  but, 


182  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

If  they  are  vicious,  he  will  try 

To  reason  with  them  ere  he  gives ; 
Begs  them  to  cast  their  vices  by, 

And  then  within  bright  hope  revives. 
They  feel  a  noble  heart  constrains  ; 

They  pledge  their  word  ;  that  word  they  keep 
And  so  for  all  his  tears  and  pains 

A  large  reward  his  labors  reap. 

Ah  !  many  a  one  who  scorned  him  when 

With  poverty  he  ran  to  school, 
And  by  harsh  action,  tongue  and  pen, 

Brouo-ht  him  to  crrief  and  ridicule  — 
With  tears  of  deep  contrition,  gifts 

From  his  kind  heart  has  since  received ; 
A  generous  heart  that  kindly  lifts, 

Though  once  it  was  so  sorely  grieved. 

So,  little  fellow,  never  mind 

The  patch  upon  your  elbow  placed  ; 
Be  always  studious,  pleasant,  kind. 

Think  —  poverty  has  ne'er  disgraced 
A  virtuous  youth.     'Tis  only  crime 

That  brings  the  poor  and  wretched  low, 
And  makes  so  many  in  their  prime 

The  victims  of  disease  and  woe. 

The  conscious  slight  —  the  pointed  jest  — 

The  scornful  look  —  the  wicked  ruse  — 
Should  never  in  the  Christian  breast 

A  momentary  pang  produce  ; 
They  to  the  ungrateful  wretch  return, 

In  dark  Misfortune's  gloomy  day, 
And  like  a  tire  will  I)urn  and  burn, 

And  eat  the  very  life  away. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  183 

Remembered  words  and  acts  unkind, 

Whene'er  the  world  is  dark  and  cold, 
Like  incubus  upon  the  mind, 

Make  all  our  troubles  manj'fold 
More  hard  to  bear.     jVlisfortunes  bring: 

Past  deeds  of  folly  close  to  view, 
That  with  malicious  laughter  sting, 

And  pierce  the  sad  heart  through  and  through. 

Industrious,  quick,  Erastus  finds 

Employment  for  his  leisure  time. 
In  teaching  dark  and  ionorant  minds 

Plain  common  truths  and  trutlis  sublime. 
lie  has  been  taught  by  power  divine 

How  to  escape  the  plague  of  sin  ; 
While  heavenly  graces  round  him  shine, 

O  many  a  heart  to  truth  he'll  win. 

His  bright  example  often  leads 

The  foolish  child  of  crimes  to  see 
His  dangerous  course  —  his  wayward  deeds  — 

His  sure  descent  to  misery. 
A  word  may  save  him,  and  that  word 

Is  in  his  heart :  he  wisely  speaks  ; 
That  voice,  so  oft  profanely  heard, 

A  Father's  blessing  daily  seeks. 

Through  life  'twill  be  his  constant  aim 

To  guide  the  inquiring,  and  to  sit 
With  those  who  honor  Virtue's  name, 

And  for  a  useful  mission  fit. 
When  suffering  calls,  he  will  delight 

To  succor,  and  the  oppressed  to  raise, 
With  the  persuasive  love  of  Knight'"''  — 

With  all  the  fervor  of  a  Hayks.^' 


184  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

There's  honest  Jim  :  they  call  him  so 

Because  he  no  advantage  takes  ; 
And  when  he  speaks,  the  truth  you  know ; 

He  ne'er  a  false  impression  makes. 
At  home  —  in  school  —  his  pleasant  face 

Betraj^s  an  open,  generous  heart ; 
The  boys  delight,  in  all  their  plays, 

To  see  him  take  an  active  part. 

Whilst  others  hack  the  fence  around 

The  Quaker  Church  ,^^-  and  soil  with  paint 
The  house  and  steps,  and  dig  the  ground, 

To  vex  the  heart  of  broad-brim  saint, 
Or  stuff  the  mouth  of  Tukey's^^^  pump, 

The  knocker  lift  on  Greeley's ^^'^  door; 
Or  at  Ma'am  Abbot's  ^^^  window  thump, 

And  scamper  down  the  street  and  roar  — 

Or  pluck  the  flowers  that  sweetly  bloom 

Before  McLellan's  ^^^  pleasant  dwelling. 
The  golden  hours  of  eve  consume 

In  uncouth  sports  and  frightful  yelling  — 
Or,  when  a  peaceful  lad's  at  play. 

To  steal  his  ball,  or  cut  the  string 
That  holds  his  kite,  or  tear  away 

Whate'er  to  him  will  pleasure  bring  — 

Or  stone  the  hens  and  chase  the  ducks. 

And  kick  at  every  favorite  dosr ; 
Or  mount  on  Baker's^"  ponderous  trucks. 

And  try  the  heavy  wheels  to  clog ; 
Or  call  ill  names,  and  swear  and  fight. 

And  other  acts  of  folly  do  ; 
Or  in  low,  wanton  deeds  delight. 

And  ))ascr  plans  of  ill  pursue  — 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  185 

The  honest  lad,  to  everything 

Which  is  not  just  and  right  averse, 
Strong  arginncnts  will  often  bring, 

And  thoughts  from  moralists  rehearse. 
To  prove  a  reckless  vicious  course 

Will  never  prosper  in  the  end  — 
Of  sorrow  be  a  constant  source, 

And  evil  far  and  wide  extend. 

A  score  of  years  may  pass,  and  then 

Where  shall  we  find  the  honest  lad? 
Among  the  upright  business  men, 

Eschewing  every  action  bad. 
Trusted  and  honored  by  his  [)eers, 

With  earnest  heart  and  purpose  strong, 
A  perfect  character  he  rears, 

The  influence  protracted  long. 

If  placed  in  offices  of  trust. 

Safely  in  him  all  may  confide ; 
Generous  to  foes  —  severely  just  — 

Unbribed  l)y  flattery  —  steeled  to  pride  — 
And  with  a  zeal  alive  to  Ilim 

By  whose  commands  his  life  is  ruled  — 
Who  would  not  be  the  honest  Jim, 

To  rise  a  Baker  -*^  or  a  Goold  ?  '^''^ 

As  IIamblin's  2^**   chaise  goes  rolling  by, 

Boys  run  and  spring  behind  the  team ; 
"  Cut,  cut  behind  !  "  is  heard  the  cry, 

AVhilst  half  the  children  shout  and  scream. 
They  steal  a  ride  a  rod  or  so. 

When  falls  the  harsh  and  tingling  whip  — 
The  drift  of  Avhich  they  (juiikly  know, 

And,  smarting,  back  again  they  slip. 


186  SCHOOL    IS    our. 

The  orphan,  pimcru.'il  in  his  place, 

And  given  to  no  unruly  pranks, 
Is  honored  by  his  master.  Chase ,^" 

Aud  oft  receives  his  warmest  thanks. 
He  studies  with  unwearied  care 

Each  golden  moment  to  improve  — 
Not  for  a  laurel  wreath  to  wear, 

Or. to  secure  a  tutor's  love  — 

But  to  invigorate  his  powers, 

He  in  the  depths  of  knowledge  dives, 
And  scientific  works  devours. 

And  great  the  advantage  he  derives. 
What's  intricate  he  seeks  explained. 

And  ne'er  evades  a  knotty  theme, 
And  daily  feels  there's  something  gained 

Of  fundamental  use  to  him. 

His  time,  when  not  employed  a,t  school, 

Is  wasted  in  no  folly's  chase  ; 
For  him  it  is  a  golden  ride 

To  fill  up  every  moment's  space ; 
And  so  he's  busy  with  his  springs, 

His  compass,  chisel,  or  his  plane. 
And  not  an  hour  has  come  but  brings 

Its  work.     No  time  is  spent  in  vain. 

How  much  an  active  mind  may  do 

To  bless  the  world  and  save  from  crime  I 
Should  all  with  honest  heart  pursue 

A  virtuous  course,  who  in  his  prime 
Would  sink  to  ruin  ?     Not  a  blight 

Would  fall  on  the  parental  heart. 
Graced  with  the  spirit  of  a  J^igiit,'^^^ 

A  radiant  scene  would  life  impart. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  187 

Jack  is  the  meanest  boy  about  — 

So  the  good  grandames  say  —  and  why  ? 
He  is  deceitful  in  and  out, 

And  saucy,  treacherous  and  sly. 
He  wrongs  his  neighbor  when  he  can, 

And  every  wicked  act  conceals ; 
He  troubles  many  a  worthy  man, 

Who  righteous  indignation  feels. 

If  he  surreptitiously  should  take 

A  knife  from  out  the  master's  drawer. 
Or  carelessly  his  inkstand  break  — 

Do  any  mischief  no  one  saw  — 
He'd  lu'ing  before  his  teacher  such 

An  innocent  and  placid  look. 
The  bo}^  he'd  have  no  heart  to  touch. 

And  think  the  culprit  he  mistook. 

In  various  ways  will  Jack  contrive, 

Whatever  damage  he  has  done. 
Upon  his  lawless  acts  to  thrive. 

And  throw  upon  some  guiltless  one 
The  censure  of  his  vicious  course, 

That  he  be  punished  in  his  stead. 
And  not  betray  the  least  remorse 

That  he  the  school  in  error  led. 

One  day  he  slyly  cut  his  seat : 

The  teacher  called  him  to  the  st'ige  ; 
But  he  declared  'twas  Josey  Treat ; 

On  Josey  fell  the  master's  rage. 
A  word  from  Joe  he  would  not  hear, 

And  to  his  back  the  lash  applied  ; 
His  punishment  was  more  severe. 

Because  he  thought  the  scholar  lieil. 


188  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Young  Villain  looked  complacent  on, 

And  coolly  to  his  desk  returned ; 
None  but  the  sufferer  knew,  and  John, 

The  punishment  unjustly  earned. 
But  Jack  despised  the  humble  lad 

Whom  he  so  cruelly  disgraced  ; 
Whom  his  deceit  and  falsehood  had 

In  such  a  false  dilemma  placed. 

The  volumes  liorrowed,  when  returned 

Are  often  torn  and  badly  soiled, 
And  look  sometimes  if  rubbed  and  burned, 

To  hide  what  had  been  marked  or  oiled ; 
Lines  underscored,  or  leaves  turned  down, 

As  if  to  approve  or  to  reject ; 
As  only  he,  the  precious  clown, 

Could  beauties  see,  or  faults  detect. 

A  fly-leaf  with  the  autograph 

Of  some  distinguished  man,  deceased, 
Is  often  missed,  or  left  but  half;  — 

Or  it  ingeniously  is  pieced 
To  hide  the  theft.     If  he's  reproved, 

"  'Twas  just  as  I  received  the  book," 
He  coolly  says.     "Some  one  removed 

The  name  before  the  work  I  took." 

With  face  so  innocent  and  meek, 

To  i)urchase,  as  the  men  presume, 
When  there's  a  sale  of  books  antique. 

He  hangs  around  the  auction-room. 
Alas  !  when  quite  too  late  they  And, 

AVithout  suspecting  wily  John, 
That  some  rare  work  has  been  purloined, 

Or  many  a  valued  plate  is  gone. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  189 

If  e'er  a  precious  document 

Is  by  a  neighboring  child  possessed, 
To  get  the  parcliinent  he  is  bent. 

No  real  Yanlvce  could  have  guessed 
The  various  means  resorted  to 

The  musty  relic  to  secure  ; 
A  thousand  times  he'll  come  and  go, 

And  many  a  wintry  storm  endure, 

The  gem  that's  coveted  to  gain  : 

Nor  will  he  hesitate  to  lie, 
And  steal,  I  doubt  not,  to  obtain 

What  looks  so  tempting  to  his  eye. 
Perhaps  some  promise  he  will  make, 

A  future  favor  to  bestow  ; 
But  every  promise  he  will  break, 

As  all  who  trust  him  sorely  know. 

He'll  scratch  unseen  a  scholar's  slate. 

His  new,  clean  writing-book  bedaub. 
And  search  the  desk  of  every  mate 

To  overhaul,  destroy  or  rob. 
Pencils  and  paper  he'll  apply, 

And  rul)l)er,  to  his  private  use. 
And  every  honest  child  defy, 

And  pour  out  volleys  of  abuse. 

Especially  upon  the  w^cak, 

The  friendless  and  the  destitute. 
He  will  his  spiteful  venom  wreak. 

As  less  a  human  than  a  ])rute. 
Uncouth,  destructive,  ill-bred  cliild, 

I  fear  what  may  become  of  thee  ; 
Unprincipled,  headstrong  and  Avild, 

Methinks  a  noiiNiiUiiN  ^^^  I  can  see. 


190  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He  grows  to  man's  estate  :  what  then  ? 

Has  he  in  character  improved  ? 
How  does  he  stand  with  honest  men? 

Is  he  respected,  honored,  loved? 
Do  all  rejoice  to  take  his  hand, 

As  one  whose  heart  is  free  from  guile  ? 
Does  Sorrow  at  his  gateway  stand, 

Grateful  to  feel  his  pleasant  smile? 

Is  Want  relieved  —  Oppression  shared  — 

By  acts  of  mercy,  words  of  love  ? 
And  are  no  earnest  efforts  spared 

To  bring  God's  blessing  from  above  ? 
Do  honest  men  around  him  flock  ? 

His  faithful  services  obtain  ? 
Is  he  as  stable  as  a  rock? 

And  free  from  every  vicious  stain  ? 

Would  it  were  so.     Alas  !  alas  ! 

The  ruin  of  a  thousand  hearts. 
If  he  could  tears  and  groans  amass, 

By  use  of  his  envenomed  darts, 
Would  l)e  but  pastime  to  his  soul  — 

The  food  on  which  his  venom  feeds  : 
And  with  the  frenzv  of  a  orhoul, 

He'd  gnaw  each  heart  that  breaks  and  bleeds. 

If  in  his  daily  round  he  sees 

A  saint  particularly  pure. 
He  falls  almost  upon  his  knees ; 

Of  one  more  victim  he  is  sure. 
By  pleasing  Avords  and  subtle  schemes. 

While  he  the  cloven  foot  conceals. 
Allures  the  youth,  who  little  dreams 

A  villain  to  his  heart  appeals. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  lui 

"VYhen  at  the  last  the  man's  entrapped, 

And  of  his  little  fortune  stripped, 
Too  late  he  sees  the  steel  that  snapped, 

And  feels  the  scorpion  lasli  that  whipped. 
He  to  the  scoundrel  vainly  cries. 

Who  triumphs  o'er  his  victim's  fall ; 
He  laughs  to  see  him  as  he  "writhes, 

And  lills  the  bleeding  heart  with  gall. 

He  apes  the  scholar,  but  he  steals 

His  choicest  thoughts,  and  as  his  own 
Produces  them  ;  —  sometimes  conceals, 

AVhcu  unobserved  and  he's  alone, 
Important  inanuscripts,  to  use 

For  selfish  purposes  ;  and  when 
He  is  detected,  heaps  abuse 

Upon  the  upright  citizen. 

'Tis  his  aml)ition  to  appear 

Before  the  world  as  wise  and  learned. 
And  thinks  a  monument  to  rear 

As  great  as  Burke  or  Sunnier  earned. 
So  oft  his  name  in  print  is  placed. 

As  if  by  some  mysterious  elf. 
Which  by  a  little  pains  is  traced 

To  his  own  dear  inflated  self. 

He  oft  employs,  when  it  is  safe. 

Some  trickster,  who,  for  paltry  gold. 
Will  men  of  talents  fret  and  chafe, 

That  he  m:iy  stand  out  strong  and  bold, 
As  a  defender  of  the  riuht  — 

On  whom  the  gaping  crowd  may  gaze  — 
To  whom  has  been  revealed  a  light 

Commanding  universal  praise. 


192  SCHOOL      IS     OUT. 

To  men  of  wealth  he  will  i^rcsent 

Some  scheme  where  they  can  double  it, 
Or  really  make  a  large  per  cent ; 

Sure  as  they  trust  him  they  are  bit. 
A  villain  so  corrupt,  you  say, 

The  law  should  check.     Ay,  true  ;  but  know 
The  statute-law  he  may  obey, 

And  God's  —  the  higher  —  overthrow. 

He  gives  no  paper  —  lends  no  name 

That's  worth  a  straw  ;  and  thus  you  sec 
That  men  who  have  no  legal  claim 

Must  stand  his  base  rascality. 
And  while  he  boasts  of  his  success 

In  thus  securing  confidence. 
He  laughs  at  those  his  crimes  distress, 

And  ridicules  their  lack  of  sense. 

He  will  impoverish,  then  boast 

Of  the  keen  shrewdness  he  possessed  ; 
Will  drive  you  to  despair,  almost, 

And  deem  himself  sui^remely  blessed. 
If  to  the  prison  you  are  led 

For  crimes  concocted  in  his  soul, 
To  live  on  husks  and  mouldy  bread, 

He'll  calmly  in  his  carriage  roll. 

"Knave  !  "  you  exclaim  ;  1)ut  while  he  owns 

A  palace  and  a  golden  mint. 
Unheard  are  all  his  victims'  groans, 

And  fawning  men  will  never  print 
His  damning  deeds.     'Tis  gold,  gold,  gold, 

You  know,  conceals  a  thousand  crimes, 
And  makes  the  selHsli  tyrant  bold  — 

E'en  in  these  Puritanic  times. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  .193 

But  such  a  wretch  will  sometimes  stand 

In  seats  of  honor  and  of  trust ; 
Amou2:  a  o-enerous,  noble  band, 

Who  hate  deceit,  and  fraud,  and  lust, 
He'll  plant  himself,  and  make  them  think 

He  is  an  aid  to  them  and  theirs  ;  — 
They  fail  to  see  the  crimes  that  link 

And  permeate  all  their  afiairs. 

He  will,  perhaps,  a  club  address, 

AYho  never  of  his  vices  heard, 
And  feelingly  his  thoughts  express. 

Till  the  assembly's  deeply  stirred. 
And  so  they  honor  him.      Ikit  know. 

False  one  !  the  truth  will  reach  thee  yet — 
The  light  thy  deeds  of  darkness  show. 

And  God  himself  in  judgment  sit. 

The  devil's  own  are  they  who  tread 

On  Justice,  weeping  in  the  dust, 
And  nets  to  catch  the  unwary  spread, 

And  put  in  paltry  gold  their  trust  — 
Who  love  the  hypocrite  to  play. 

And  o'er  the  grave  of  ^lercy  dance  ; 
When  God  shall  sweep  their  props  away, 

How  sad  the  soul's  inheritance  ! 

The  time  will  come,  or  soon  or  late. 

When  Pride  and  Wrong  will  sink  abashed  — 
Drop  trembling  at  the  devil's  gate. 

And  be  by  savMgo  fiu'ics  lashed. 
The  time  will  come  when  they  who  now 

Gnaw  at  the  heart  mid  tears  and  groans. 
Will  to  Kemorse  in  anguish  bow, 

While  tires  leap  through  their  shrivelled  bones. 
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194  SCHOOL    IS     out. 

Take  Virtue's  p:itli,  my  generous  friend, 

Nor  follow  "with  the  vicious  train  ; 
A  youth  of  sin  will  surely  end 

In  disappointment,  grief  and  pahi. 
The  golden  city,  seen  ahead, 

Is  but  a  gilded,  hollow  l)an  : 
It  has  a  thousand  hearts  misled  ; 

Be  on  your  guard,  or  3-ou  will  fall. 

When  tempted  first  to  do  a  Avrong, 

Resist  with  all  your  strength,  in  spite 
Of  the  disdain  a  sneerino*  thronof 

May  cast  upon  you.     In  the  sight 
Of  God  you'll  stand  approved,  and  feel 

A  consciousness  of  duty  done, 
While  in  your  breast  those  joys  will  steal 

That  make  on  earth  a  heaven  beirun. 


-o" 


Ah  1  who  but  he  that  knows  can  tell 

How  hard  the  tempter  to  resist ! 
The  inebriates'  den the  gamblers'  hell ., 

Are  filled  Avith  those  who  only  missed 
The  path  to  virtue  by  a  step 

In  an  uuiruarded  hour  they  took  — 
And  so  they  fell,  like  the  frail  nep 

Before  the  blast,  that  barely  shook 

The  tree  well  rooted  in  the  ground. 

Be  steadfast  in  the  right,  nor  dare 
A  moment's  parley,  when  the  sound 

Of  nnisic,  and  the  song,  prepare 
The  way  to  crime.     Like  the  brave  oak, 

When  wild  and  angry  storms  career, 
Stand  firm.     Your  trials  may  i)rovoke 

To  noble  deeds.     God  Avill  appear 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  195 

To  strengthen,  succor  unci  sustain, 

As  in  the  patriarchul  age  : 
None  ever  follow  Truth  in  vain, 

Who  war  with  pride  and  passion  wage. 
Temptations  ma}'  with  power  assail, 

And  Malice  deal  her  heaviest  blows, 
But  steadfast  Virtue  will  prevail, 

And  triumph  o'er  the  stoutest  foes. 

How  oft  may  pride  and  arrogance, 

Self-will  and  tyranny  uplift 
A  brazen  front,  and  quirk  and  prance ; 

While  piety  —  God's  precious  gift  — 
In  meek  contrition  sits  apart. 

And  sheds  unseen  the  grateful  tear. 
Those  may  the  baser  passions  start, 

But  this  brings  heaven  and  angels  near. 

O  virtuous  Lid  !     I  see  thee  try 

In  grace  and  wisdom  to  improve ; 
The  golden  moments,  as  they  fly, 

Increase  thy  knowledge  and  thy  love. 
A  pattern  thou  for  all  around. 

Whom  God  delights  to  smile  upon ; 
Thy  steps,  with  heavenly  blessing  crowned, 

In  paths  of  sweet  obedience  run. 

Thou  wilt,  maybe,  a  Butleu^"'*  stand 

The  word  of  life  to  spread  abroad. 
And  win  to  seek  the  heavenly  land 

Those  who  have  wandered  from  the  Lord  ; 
Or  like  a  Tarbox,'^^  eloquent 

To  lead  the  inquiring  mind  to  soar 
Beyond  this  vale,  and  pitch  its  tent 

Where  seraphs  worship  and  adore. 


196  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

A  foithfiil  Sewall,^*^^  thou  mn3'st  climb 

Steep,  rocky  hills  —  through  valleys  drive- 
To  rescue  from  a  life  of  crime, 

Or  in  the  frozen  heart  revive 
The  spark  of  grace  almost  extinct, 

And  teach  a  multitude  to  rise, 
Who,  to  their  sensual  pleasures  linked, 

See  not  the  glories  of  the  skies. 

A  Punchard's  ^"  active  mind  may  be 

Now  slumbering  in  thy  3'outhful  breast ;  — 
I  think  his  noble  heart  1  see 

In  every  pleasant  thought  expressed  ; 
Perhaps  a  Gutter's^***  restless  soul, 

Panting  for  heaven  and  righteousness  ; 
Thy  words  and  actions  in  control 

Of  Him  whose  smile  alone  can  bless. 

For  thy  great  Master  standing  up, 

Thou  mayst  enthuse  a  thousand  hearts. 
And  throw  the  enlivening  beams  of  hope 

Where  Satan  thrusts  his  subtle  darts  ; 
With  ardent  faith  to  Heaven  direct. 

Where  burdened  Sorrow  i)raycrful  looks, 
With  Christian  love,  cschewin<>'  sect, 

With  all  the  fervor  of  a  Brooks.-'^^ 

A  faithful  minister  !  —  how  rare 

To  iind  in  these  degenerate  times  ! 
Few  are  made  meek  by  humble  prayer. 

Tempted  by  ease  or  glittering  dimes. 
The  care  of  a  devoted  iiock  — 

Once  Christian  duty  —  is  ignored, 
And  ani2:rv  storms  the  churches  rock. 

Sweet  peace  !  when  wilt  thou  be  restored? 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  197 

The  pastor's  burden  oft  is  this  : 

"  Increasing  labors  —  heavy  cares  "  — 
The  weight  of  which  he  would  dismiss ; 

The  duty  of  his  office  wears 
Upon  his  health.     He  does  not  see 

That  dabbling  with  unhol_y  things 
Is  the  true  source  whence  misery, 

With  lassitude  and  sickness,  springs. 

Should  he  dispense  with  vile  cigars, 

And  cease  a  lightning  horse  to  drive, 
And  shun  the  talkative  mammas, 

Would  not  his  moral  nature  thrive  ? 
And  would  he  cliafc,  and  fret,  and  scold 

O'er  cumbrous  duties  and  intriijue? 
For  services  demand  more  gold  — 

A  six  months'  rest,  and  a  colleague? 

If  he  is  thwarted  in  his  plan, 

Perhaps  his  indignation  falls 
Upon  some  earnest  Christian  man. 

Whom  he  a  meddling  l)r(jthcr  calls  ; 
And  with  a  zest  he  spreads  abroad 

His  grievances  at  tedious  length  ; 
For  all  opposers  he's  a  rod, 

To  lash  with  all  his  ri<diteous  strength. 

The  faithful  deacons  get  their  share, 

AVho  can't  endure  his  silly  freaks, 
Nor  justify  his  careless  air, 

When  the  most  solenni  truths  he  speaks. 
The  church's  voice  he  disregards, 

And  (urns  to  them  a  listless  ear. 
Although  he  knows  his  course  retards 

The  reign  of  Christ,  to  them  so  dear. 


198  SCHOOL     IS      OUT. 

Not  so  would  Paul  —  a  pattern  safe 

For  pulpit  Jehus  of  to-day  ; 
He  would  not  with  his  deacons  chafe, 

But  kindly  win,  if  they  should  stray. 
Nor  would  he  Avith  a  pompous  air 

The  church  with  arrogance  defy, 
And  show  a  grit  that  would  not  care 

To  see  that  church  in  atoms  fly 

Paul !  what  a  noble  pastor  he  ! 

The  good  of  all  he  daily  sought 
With  prayers  and  tears  —  and  earnestly 

With  inward  foes  and  outward  fought. 
He  wrote  epistles  —  not  to  praise 

The  beauties  of  the  noble  horse  ; 
He  lectured  —  not  a  sneer  to  raise, 

Or  worldly  policy  endorse. 

He  never  spoke  to  draw  a  laugh 

At  the  expense  of  friend  or  foe  ; 
Or  wrote  a  stinging  paragraph 

To  please  the  sensual,  vile  or  low. 
He  held  no  deacons  up  to  scorn, 

Tickling  the  vain  and  itching  car  ; 
Nor  was  his  cap  or  cassock  worn 

A  careless  jockey  to  appear. 

Paid  labored  not  to  bring  reproach 

Upon  the  truth  —  nor  on  the  rights 
Of  friends  and  ncighl)ors  to  encroach  — 

Enjrairinii:  in  those  wordy  fights 
That  strife  enjrender,  and  disturb 

The  Christian  church.     If  envy  rose, 
He  labored  hard  the  sin  to  curb, 

And  prayed  in  earnest  for  his  foes. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  199 

Just  picture  Paul  now,  if  you  please, 

Such  as  a  inodern  saint  is  seen, 
While  seated  on  his  couch  at  ease, 

"Well  clothed  and  fed,  cahn  and  serene, 
With  the  last  novel  in  his  hand. 

Or  some  new  pictured,  flashy  sheet. 
With  something  sparkliug  on  the  staud, 
,To  cheer  his  heart  and  warm  his  feet. 

Nay,  more  —  surrounded  Avith  the  fumes 

Extracted  from  a  poisonous  Aveed  ; 
And  thus  the  precious  time  consumes 

When  he  a  huugry  flock  should  feed. 
O  teacher  !  haug  your  head  in  shame, 

That  you  so  far  fi'om  Avisdoin  fall, 
And  desecrate  the  Ciiristian  name. 

When  you  might  be  another  Paul. 

Counting  the  penuics  he  has  made 

Among  his  little  mates  to-day, 
By  A'arious  SAvaps  in  Avay  of  trade, 

When  he  can  make  the  changes  pay, 
Sits  on  the  grass,  bright  active  Sim, 

Sharp  calculator,  like  a  Brooks  ;  ^^^ 
A  fcAV  more  coppers  gained  l)y  hiui. 

Give  far  more  pleasure  than  his  books. 

Penurious  he  is  not,  nor  mean. 

Although  he  loves  to  hear  the  chink 
Of  (piarter,  dime  and  pistarecn. 

Which  shows  Avhat  he  will  be,  I  thiuk. 
In  years  to  come  —  a  man  of  Avealth — • 

And  quite  im[)ortaut  stations  lill  — 
Ditfusiug  joys  as  if  by  st(>alth. 

With  all  the  shrewdness  of  a  Hill."' 


200  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Ungrateful  child  !  if  thou  coiiklst  see 

The  blessings  on  thy  life  conferred. 
Instead  of  murmnrino:,  thou  wouldst  be 

Rejoicing  like  some  happy  bird. 
Thy  joys  would  well  spontaneous  np, 

And  shed  a  gladness  all  around  — 
Fill  to  the  brim  full  many  a  cup, 

Where  now  the  dregs  of  ill  abound. 

To  murmur  when  the  Almighty  throws 

Ten  thousand  blessings  in  thy  lap, 
A  mean,  rebellious  spirit  shows. 

At  every  gentle  child  to  snap, 
As  if  thou  wert  a  snarling  cur, 

Will  make  the  good  thy  presence  fear, 
And  more  congenial  friends  prefer, 

Whose  kindly  hearts  are  full  of  cheer. 

Thou  wilt  not  share  the  joys  of  life. 

Companions  of  the  wise  and  good, 
But  in  the  turmoil  and  the  strife 

Feel  all  the  blights  of  solitude. 
A  crabbed  temper  leads  the  w;ay 

To  all  that  is  severe  and  base, 
While  not  a  cheerful,  sunny  ray 

Is  seen  on  Nature's  smiling  face. 


o 


Fretful  and  snarling,  thou  wilt  go 

Amid  a  world  of  birds  and  flowers. 
Where  bright  and  placid  waters  flow  — 

But  these  will  be  unhapp}'  hours. 
Thy  temper,  treacherous  and  morose, 

A  constant  source  of  ill  will  prove  ; 
Make  trifles  half  thy  time  engross, 

And  every  sunny  thought  remove. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  201 

The  true  and  beautiful,  that  brino- 

Such  pleasure  to  the  grateful  breast, 
And  make  the  heart  in  f^ladness  sin<r. 

With  gentle  peace  a  constant  guest, 
Are  to  the  murmuring  but  a  source 

Of  grief  that  borders  on  despair, 
Whose  days  are  clouded  with  remorse, 

Or  haunted  by  the  imps  of  care. 

For  a  sweet  sunny  temper  pray, 

And  seize  life's  blessings  as  they  fly  ; 
Permit  no  genial  thought  to  stray. 

Or  dormant  in  tiiy  bosom  lie. 
In  all  that  seems  unlovely,  trace 

A  hand  that  is  divinely  wise  ; 
Read  only  in  each  sullen  face 

The  good  that  underneath  it  lies. 

Indulge  kind  feelings  ;  lend  them  wings  ; 

A  golden  tongue  to  every  breeze  ; 
On  waste  and  desert  open  springs. 

And  every  favored  moment  seize 
To  spread  a  gei\ial  s[)irit  round, 

And  raise  the  hearts  that  sink  depressed  ; 
And  where  thou  art  love  will  abound  ; 

All  be  thy  friends,  and  truly  blessed. 

Keen,  careful,  prudent,  calm  and  cool, 

And  i)erscvcriug  to  the  end. 
Among  the  children  in  the  school. 

There's  not  a  juore  devoted  friend 
To  truth,  to  justic(!  and  to  riglit, 

Than  honest  Uiifus.     All  that's  low 
Or  mean,  he  will  condcnm,  in  spite 

Of  ridicule,  or  scorn,  or  blow. 


202  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He  stands  up  firmly  "when  ca  "wrong 

Is  clone  to  a  poor  trembling  child, 
And  speaks  in  language  loud  and  strong 

To  him  who  censured  or  reviled, 
And  makes  his  coward  spirit  quail 

Before  the  scorching  words  of  truth  ; 
The  wretch  will  ne'er  again  assail 

A  modest,  unassuming  youth. 

If  in  the  future  we  shall  see 

Rise  to  the  stature  of  a  man. 
The  noble  boy,  what  will  he  be? 

The  friend  of  the  wild  African, 
The  Hindoo,  Caffre,  and  the  slave. 

For  every  fettered,  ignorant  one, 
He'll  labor  to  redeem  and  save. 

With  all  the  zeal  of  Anderson. ^'^ 

Dear  lad,  remember  words  profane. 

And  words  impure,  have  no  defence, 
And  prurient  thoughts  no  credit  gain, 

But  show  a  lack  of  common  sense. 
I  turn  away  with  deep  disgust. 

Whene'er  I  hear  a  foul  remark ; 
I  would  not  dare  my  life  to  trust 

With  the  profane,  whcji  it  is  dark. 

I  shun  him  as  I  would  a  thing 

That  liorribly  my  peace  annoys  — 
As  some  polluted,  sluggish  spring. 

That  poison  breeds  aud  life  destroys. 
The  atmosphere,  with  the  vile  breath 

Impregnated,  if  but  iuhalcd, 
Infects  the  soul  with  moral  death  ; 

A  drug  it  is  that  never  failed. 


SCHOOL     IS      OUT.  203 

Vile  language  blasts  the  crown  of  years, 
When  man  is  treinbUn«:  on  the  tomb. 

0  how  distressing  age  appears, 

"When  low,  polluting  thoughts  consume 
The  closing  moments  !  — when  disease 

Upon  the  wretched  creature  preys  ! 
And  guilt,  and  pain,  and  horror  seize, 

And  Justice  weeps  while  Death  delays  ! 

Resolve,  my  lad,  that  you  will  ne'er 

Language  profane  or  low  repeat  — 
That  friend  or  foe  shall  never  hear. 

Mid  social  scenes  or  passion's  heat, 
A  word  expressed  that  will  offend 

A  truly  uncorrupted  taste  — 
A  thought  that  Avill  the  bosom  rend 

Of  the  refined  —  the  pure  and  chaste. 

1  pra}'"  you  from  those  practices 

That  men  degrade,  to  keep  aloof; 
Whate'er  to  friends  oftensive  is. 

Strictly  avoid,  and  give  them  proof 
Of  your  sincerity  and  love, 

By  doing  what  is  just  and  right, 
And  men  of  honor  will  approve. 

And  in  your  presence  take  delight. 

IIow  impolite  the  man  T  see, 

Who  smokes  along  the  public  street  — 
Poisons  the  air  God  made  to  be 

Exhilarating,  pure  and  sweet. 
IIc'll  walk  before  you  and  behind. 

And  for  dear  life  will  i)u(f  away  ; 
To  every  sense  of  honor  hliud. 

He  thus  annoys  you  day  by  day. 


204  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Ask  him  to  leave  the  croAvcled  street, 

Or  throw  his  filthy  pipe  aside, 
He'll  bristle  with  an  angry  heat, 

And  then  insuit  you.     If  you  ride 
In  hope  to  get  fresh  air,  and  see 

Nature  in  bloom,  how  'twill  provoke, 
To  find  around  you  two  or  three 

Filling  the  atmosphere  with  smoke  ! 

And  'tis  in  vain  to  plead  Avith  such  — 

They  have  no  sense  of  moral  right ; 
A  tender  spot  you  only  touch, 

And  as  you  do  not  Avish  to  fight 
With  angry  words,  you  suffer  long. 

And  catch  a  sweet  breeze  Avhen  vou  can  ; 
You  feel  such  suffering  makes  you  strong  — 

In  one  sense  —  not  a  healthy  man. 

Well  —  puff  aAvay  the  filthy  AA^eed, 

And  cast  the  nauseous  juice  around  — 
Poison  the  air  —  distempers  breed. 

And  filthy  make  the  pleasant  ijround  ; 
But  I,  taught  in  a  better  school. 

Enjoy  fresh  earth  and  wholesome  airs ; 
Heaven  Avill  decide  Avho  is  the  fool. 

And  Avho  life's  real  blessing  shares. 

Upon  a  Avork  of  love  intent, 

80011  as  his  class  has  been  dismissed  — 
As  if  by  some  strong  influence  sent 

He  finds  not  easy  to  resist  — 
Kind  llufus  seeks  the  humble  cot. 

Where  hearts  once  bright  are  languishing. 
And  strives  to  cheer  fiie  h)Avly  lot 

By  varied  blessings  he  Avill  l)ring. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  205 

Ah  !  many  a  burden  he'll  remove  ; 

Decaying  health  and  strength  restore  ; 
An  antidote  to  sorrow  prove  ; 

Will  open  throw  sweet  Pleasure's  door; 
While  heavenward  scores  of  voices  rise 

In  thanks  for  favors  he  bestows. 
Wouldst  thou  do  good  ?  —  for  God  be  wise  ? 

Walk  in  the  path  that  Tukey"''  chose. 

I  can  but  love  thee,  happy  one, 

Sincere,  upright,  and  just:  all  low, 
Mean,  sordid  actions  thou  wilt  shun, 

And  daily  in  true  wisdom  grow  : 
Thy  generous  heart  will  not  betray 

The  least  emotion  to  fulfil 
A  selfish  end,  in  trade  or  play, 

Nor  virtue's  warm  affections  chill. 

To  win  a  credit  or  a  prize  — 

The  master's  favor  to  ol)tain  — 
Or  on  the  fall  of  others  rise, 

Regardless  of  inflicting  pain  — 
Thou  wilt  not  move  an  inch  aside 

From  truth  and  duty.     Every  day 
With  Justice  shall  thy  heart  abide, 

And  God's  sweet  smile  will  be  thy  stay. 

If  e'er  a  friend  should  perpetrate 

Upon  his  mate  a  trifling  fraud, 
Or  any  false  position  state. 

To  spread  a  slanderous  tale  abroad  — 
Quick  as  a  flash  thy  honest  heart 

The  evil  coiisc(juence  will  sec. 
And  on  a  noble  mi.ssion  start. 

To  shield  and  save  from  illjur3^ 


206  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

To  see  that  error  may  not  spread, 

Or  pride  and  avarice  extend, 
But  that  meek  virtue  in  their  stead 

May  with  its  heavenly  fruits  descend, 
AVill  be  thy  aim,  and  constantly 

In  paths  of  truth  thy  feet  Avill  stand  ; 
Where'er  thou  art,  the  world  will  see 

True  love  and  charity  expand. 

Integrity  like  thine  will  bring 

A  rich  reward  in  future  years. 
And  make  thy  happy  heart  to  sing, 

While  everything  around  endears  ; 
And  if  e'er  chilling  storms  should  lower, 

And  dark  Misfortune  trip  thy  heel. 
Strict  rectitude  awaits  the  hour 

When  nobly  thou  wilt  rise  —  a  Neal.  "* 

The  tears  roll  down  sad  Heber's  cheek  — 

His  heart  is  full  of  grief  to-day  ; 
Go  tenderly  to  him  and  speak. 

And  softly  wipe  the  tears  away. 
His  lovins;  mother  breathed  her  last 

Just  as  the  evening  sun  declined  ; 
He  weeps  while  thinking  on  the  past  — 

O  be  to  him  a  brother  kind  I 

Your  own  dear  mother  !  what  if  she 

Were  taken  from  your  Avarm  embrace? 
What  if  the  smiles  you  could  not  see. 

That  now  light  up  her  cheerful  face? 
What  if  her  voice  you  could  not  hear. 

Nor  feel  her  kind  attentive  care? 
O  would  not  that  kind  friend  l)e  dear, 

Who  should  in  your  alliiction  share? 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  207 

So  pity  him  who  weeps  to-day, 

And  sits  in  loneliness  apart, 
And  soothe  and  comfort,  if  you  may, 

The  burdened  but  yet  grateful  heart. 
Approach  him  with  a  pitying  tear, 

And  sympathetic  press  his  hand  ; 
O  speak  to  him  those  words  of  cheer 

That  love  and  tenderness  command. 

Be  not  a  drone,  my  lad,  I  pray, 

Slowly  to  drag  yourself  along ; 
Be  active  on  your  joyous  way, 

With  energy  and  virtue  strong. 
Don't  lag  as  if  upon  your  arm 

A  ponderous  chain  of  steel  were  hung. 
Or  tremble,  fearful  least  some  harm 

Befall  you or  a  slanderer's  tongue 

Yom-  zeal  for  God  and  truth  abuse  ;  — 

But  move  ahead  with  right  good  cheer, 
Whatever  be  the  path  you  choose  ; 

And  they  who  sec  the  heart  sincere. 
Although  your  enemies  at  first, 

Will  soon  be  conquered  and  be  won, 
And  in  that  judgment  kindly  trust 

Which  they  aifected  once  to  shun. 

You'll  rise  the  honored  citizen. 

Exert  an  influence  far  and  wide, 
And  be  among  the  foremost  men 

In  virtue's  ways  —  to  l)less  and  guide. 
Your  soul  for  righteousness  may  pant  — 

The  glory  of  a  brighter  age  — 
And  with  the  zeal  of  Sturdivant,'^'" 

War  with  the  friends  of  Bacchus  wage. 


208  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Perhaps  you'll  live  to  meet  the  dawn 

Of  that  bright  clay  which  ushers  in 
The  reign  of  truth  —  Avith  hate  withdrawn, 

Pride,  lust,  and  every  form  of  sin  ; 
When  love  and  joy  shall  fill  the  breast, 

And  gentle  peace  in  triumph  reign, 
And  every  soul  find  perfect  rest. 

Amid  a  bright  angelic  train. 

Erect,  commanding,  quick  in  speech, 

Head}'  to  reason,  plead,  suggest. 
Or  on  life's  varied  follies  preach  — 

With  virtue  and  with  learninof  blest  — 
Some  high  position  Will  may  take. 

And  rule  and  govern  other  minds  ; 
Perhaps  some  chain  of  caste  may  break 

That  now  the  soul  in  thraldom  binds. 

He  may  the  exalted  virtues  sing 

Of  Him,  our  Surety,  who  died 
For  guilty  man — the  source  and  spring 

Of  peace  and  joy  —  and  whom  beside 
From  death  there  is  no  one  can  save ; 

Or  in  his  hand  the  liook  diviue, 
A  Father's  blessing  ho  mav  crave, 

And  with  a  Patten's '^''^  wisdom  shine. 

Patten  !  my  early  friend  —  to  thee 

How  much  I  owe  !     When  I  was  young 
Thy  words  instructed,  counselled  me; 

For  on  thy  lip  was  wisdom  hung. 
The  golden  stores  of  leugthoned  years 

Were  treasured  in  thy  irenorous  heart: 
And  Avith  a  love  that  age  endears. 

Thou  freely  didst  to  me  impart. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  209 

Those  seasons  bright  —  forever  past  — 

Are  deeply  on  my  soul  impressed ; 
Where  not  one  thought  a  shadow  cast, 

Or  lingered  painful  in  the  breast. 
Th}^  memory  I'll  cherish  till 

This  grateful  heart  shall  cease  to  beat ; 
In  hope,  at  last,  on  Zion's  hill 

Thy  spirit  with  the  Lord  to  greet. 

Pert,  touchy,  self-willed,  haughty,  sly, 

I  do  not  wonder  you  have  none 
To  meet  with  you  in  sympathy, 

Or  that  the  happy  children  shun 
Your  presence,  as  an  evil  thing. 

Your  silly  talk  and  foolish  ways 
A  cloud  upon  their  spirits  bring, 

And  throw  a  damper  on  their  plays. 

O'er  all  that's  bright  and  beautiful 

Your  hateful  actions  cast  a  gloom ; 
They're  felt  by  every  boy  in  school, 

Soon  as  you  reach  the  cheerful  room. 
That  saucy  look  —  that  evil  eye  — 

Those  foolish  acts  which  correspond, 
As  if  you  intellectually. 

Teachers  and  taught,  were  far  beyond  — 

So  nauseate  them  and  dissfust. 

They  turn  away  with  grief  and  shame, 
And  tolerate,  Ijccause  they  must. 

Your  presence  there.     In  Virtue's  name 
I  ]iray  you  to  reform,  or  ere 

Youth's  fleetiug  siunmcrs  pass,  your  course 
Will  for  a  joyless  life  prepare  — 

Of  many  evils  be  the  source. 
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210  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Like  iMagus  you  may  strut  about, 

Au  iudependcut  popinjay, 
Whom  all  the  good  avoid without 

A  friend  to  bless  you  on  your  way .... 
With  nought  but  pride  and  dignity 

To  keep  your  body  from  the  grave  — 
A  loathsome  lump  of  misery, 

Detested  as  a  heartless  kuave. 

At  once  reform,  and  nevermore 

Assume  those  ill-bred,  silly  airs, 
That  bolt  you  from  the  good  man's  door. 

Life  has  its  pleasures  and  its  cares 
For  every  one  —  but  he's  a  fool  — 

Puffed  up  with  pride  and  empty  show  — 
Who  thinks  that  arrogance  can  rule. 

And  in  the  shade  meek  virtue  throw. 

'Tis  inward  grace  that  gives  to  man 

True  diirnitv  —  and  this  alone, 
Thouijh  suflering  beneath  the  ban 

Of  poverty,  lifts  to  a  throne 
More  glorious  than  a  Coesar  won. 

It  conquers  —  not  a  race  or  clime  — 
But  sin  —  and  while  the  ages  run. 

It  stands  triumphantly  sublime. 

In  all  his  schemes  young  Tim  betrays 

A  selfish  heart.     They  call  him  shrewd ; 
But  his  arc  purely  wicked  M'ays, 

And  so  by  Heaven  they  must  be  viewed. 
You  cannot  trust  his  actions,  nor 

Believe  one-half  he  tells  as  true  ; 
The  honest  children  shun  him,  for 

They  fear  the  mischief  he  may  brew. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  211 

I  tremble  for  the  graceless  wight  — 

I  fear  the  future  may  reveal 
A  life  at  variance  with  the  right ; 

If  actually  he  should  not  steal, 
Pray  tell  me  is  that  course  the  better, 

Which  grinds  the  feeble  in  the  dust?  — 
That  would  the  generous  spirit  fetter 

For  gold  to  look  at,  or  to  rust  ? 

He  may  combine  with  others  to 

The  widow  wrong  —  oppress  the  poor ; 
Withhold  from  men  the  wages  due. 

And  send  starvation  to  the  door. 
In  tr^'ing  times  a  heavier  price 

He'll  put  upon  his  wood  and  coal, 
And  cause  the  staff  of  life  to  rise. 

If  he  the  market  should  control. 

He  will  forestall,  if  possible, 

Whate'er  the  laborer  consumes  — 
And  while  his  groaning  coffers  swell, 

To  want  and  suffering  he  dooms. 
He  has  no  mercy ;  closely  shut 

Against  the  children's  piteous  cries, 
He  passes  by  the  squalid  hut, 

With  no  soft  pity  in  his  eyes. 

He'll  wrench  from  honest  poverty 

The  orphan's  dime  —  the  widow's  mite  ; 
And  when  he  finds  a  lunch  is  free, 

Step  in  to  take  a  generous  bite. 
At  public  feasts  he's  always  found. 

And  with  a  hearty  zest  partakes  ; 
But  when  the  box  is  passing  round, 

Tracks  for  the  door  he  swiftly  makes. 


212  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

When  great  calamities  appear, 

And  test  the  human  heart  —  alas  ! 
The  wretch  penurious  drops  no  tear ; 

But  if  he  can  his  ijold  amass 
He'll  squeeze  JNIisfortune's  soul,  or  crush 

Till  the  last  drop  of  blood  is  spilt  — 
While  Satan  turns  his  head  to  blush 

To  see  his  archetype  in  guilt. 

Should  he  have  stores  to  rent,  they  will 

Be  tenantlcss  upon  his  hands  ; 
He  fails  his  pledges  to  fulfill, 

And  for  a  trifling  sixpence  stands ; 
And  for  repairs  refuses  to 

Advance  a  copper,  when  he  knows 
The  gutters  leak  or  overflow  — 

The  wind  through  many  a  crevice  blows. 

Thus  for  long  years  unoccupied 

His  wasting  tenements  remain, 
While  dwellings  standing  either  side, 

Good  paying  occupants  retain. 
How  true,  that  stinting  avarice 

Its  darling  purpose  oft  defeats  ;  — 
'Tis  mercy,  full  of  sunny  bliss, 

That  grateful  songs  with  love  repeats. 

Once  he  was  asked  how  much  he  jjave 

To  clothe  the  poor  and  buy  them  bread ; 
His  answer  was  more  true  than  brave  ; 

"'Tis  nothing  to  nobody,"  he  said. 
Boimd  up  in  self,  he  never  knows 

The  luxury  of  doing  good  ; 
Love's  fountain  in  his  bosom  froze. 

And  rich  and  poor  alike  arc  jewed. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  213 

And  when  he  dies  —  as  die  he  must  — 

Who  will  lament  a  miser  gone, 
Who  placed  in  gold  his  only  trust, 

And  lived  for  self,  and  self  alone? 
A  splendid  monument  may  rise. 

Which  wealth  has  bought  —  but  will  it  tell 
Of  mansions  purchased  in  the  skies  ? 

Will  it  redeem  a  soul  from  hell  ? 

Stern  aud  severe,  yet  sw^ift  to  go 

Where  jNIercy  calls  or  Truth  invites, 
To  soothe  the  heart  or  succor  avob  — 

In  acts  of  love  the  l)oy  delights. 
Engagements  to  fultil,  he's  sure 

To  meet  companions  prompt  and  early. 
And  the  good  master's  smile  secure  : 

He'll  rise  a  CushmiVN,-"  or  a  Gukley.^^' 

And  he  will  be  remembered  long 

By  those  he  taught,  and  helped  to  rise  — 
Saved  from  the  dangerous  path  of  wrong, 

And  led,  rejoicing,  to  the  skies. 
The  influence  of  a  huml)le  soul, 

Imbued  with  love  and  grace  divine, 
Will  long  be  felt  as  time  shall  roll, 

And  briohtcr  with  the  ages  shine. 

All  love  kind  Eddie,  for  he  tries, 

Without  pretence  or  shoAV,  to  do 
The  best  he  can  :  he  never  lies, 

Whatever  course  his  mates  pursue  ; 
He  docs  uot  court  the  master's  praise, 

Nor  would  he,  for  his  best  esteem. 
Himself  above  his  schoolmates  raise, 

By  false  pretence  or  wicked  scheme. 


214  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

You  find  him  every  day  the  same  — 

At  home,  in  school,  or  on  the  street; 
His  temper,  never  in  a  flame, 

Is  always  o^entle,  calm  and  sweet. 
No  insult  from  a  vicious  cur 

Invites  harsh  word  or  angry  look  ; 
He  rather  will  that  course  prefer, 

Which,  when  insulted,  Jesus  took. 

A  noble  man  I  see  him  rise, 

An  honor  in  an  age  of  sham  ; 
Discerning,  active,  generous,  wise, 

Amid  a  rabble  host  that  damn 
The  precepts  of  the  Holy  One. 

Firm  in  the  right,  he  will  not  swerve, 
But  everv  mean,  low  action  shun. 

And  only  truth  and  justice  serve. 

No  office  rigmarole  he  craves  — 

No  honors  in  a  nation's  gift ; 
But  every  tide  of  error  braves. 

To  save  from  thraldom,  and  to  lift 
From  the  low  drudgery  of  sin, 

The  deathless  soul,  and  bid  it  rise, 
And  those  immortal  chaplcts  win, 

That  radiate  the  golden  skies. 

He  lives  a  Christian,  and  at  last 

Serenely  falls  asleep  in  peace  : 
His  death  excites  no  buiile  blast ; 

The  world  moves  on  ;  no  labors  cease ; 
No  cannons  boom  across  the  plain  ; 

No  orators  his  virtues  spread  ; 
No  muffled  drums  excite  the  train 

That  Ijcars  a  Sewall^'*^  to  the  dead. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  215 

No  poets  flash  triumphant  song, 

To  echo  o'er  the  hills  and  plains ; 
No  public  bodies  move  to  long 

And  lofty  panegyric  strains. 
His  humble  virtues  are  not  praised 

In  churches  or  in  senate  halls, 
Nor  in  our  daily  journals  blazed 

With  leaded  lines  and  capitals. 

No  crape  upon  the  arm  is  hung ; 

No  business  ceases  in  the  mart ; 
No  dirges  by  paid  choirs  are  sung, 

Where  all  is  solemn  —  but  the  heart. 
Few  tears  are  shed.     The  poor  alone  .... 

Grief  uncontrolled in  secret  Aveep  ; 

They  feel  a  faithful  friend  is  gone. 

And  they  will  long  his  virtues  keep. 

And  where  he  rests  no  monument 

Lifts  up  its  high  imposing  front, 
On  which  a  fortune  has  been  spent, 

And  where  the  thoughtless  crowds  are  wont 
To  linger,  wonder  and  admire. 

No  —  tears  of  real  sorrow  fall 
From  those  who  to  their  homes  retire. 

And  feel  that  they  have  lost  their  all. 

Such  end  be  mine  ;  —  nay,  let  me  live 
To  pay  the  debt  to  grace  I  owe  — 

And  smiles  and  words  of  kindness  give, 
That  cheer  the  heart  and  stop  the  flow 

Of  bitter  tears  ;  and  when  I  die 


To  leave  a  name  with  frafi:rance  sweet 


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My  requiem,  the  orjjhan's  sigh  ; 
My  eulogy,  the  kind  heart's  beat. 


216  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

"  Here's  AYithington  ! '"  ^®"  —  the  scholars  run 

To  buy  the  verses  he  has  made, 
Full  of  rhymed  politics  and  fun  -s- 

And  now  beneath  the  poplar  shade 
They  sit  and  read  :  "What  is  the  matter? 

Sprung  is  the  big  ofEcial  trap, 
And  Eben,^^  our  good  fi'iend,  the  hatter, 

Partakes  of  governmental  pap." 

And  so  on  this  theme  and  on  that 

The  poet  with  his  rhymes  descants  ; 
Some  lines  are  lively  —  others  flat — 

But  each  the  true  inflatus  wants. 
They  sell  —  and  this  is  all  his  care — 

And  so  rejoicing  on  he  goes, 
Unmoved  if  skies  be  dark  or  fair — 

If  smile  his  friends  or  frown  his  foes. 

I  seem  to  see  him  on  his  rounds  — 

As  erst  his  cheerful  voice  I  hear  — 
But  Avhen  the  boys  annoy  him,  zounds  ! 

How  sharp  his  looks  !  —  what  words  severe  ! 
But  in  a  moment  he  foro-ets 

The  coarse  remark  or  act  mdvind, 
And  moves  along,  but  never  frets, 

Though  few  the  patrons  he  may  find. 

He  passed  away  !     Ah,  nevermore 

The  like  of  him  shall  we  behold  ! 
But  cliildren  read  his  verses  o'er, 

When  his  eccentric  life  is  told  — 
And  in  our  youth  we  live  again  — 

Enjoy  the  scenes  forever  past, 
And  listen  to  the  pleasant  strain 

That  cheered  the  old  man  to  the  last. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  217 

Sedate  and  pleasant,  Enoch  seems 

To  those  rough  boys  superior  far, 
Who  plan  low,  wild  and  vicious  schemes. 

The  peace  of  neighborhoods  to  mar. 
He  turns  away  with  stroma;  dis^fust 

From  scenes  corru[)t  and  evil  ways, 
And  puts  in  Heaven  implicit  trust, 

And  His  commands  with  love  obeys. 

Reproach  him,  censure  him,  or  bring 

The  weight  of  your  strong  will  to  bear 
Against  his  course  —  your  words  may  sting, 

But  will  not  move  breadth  of  a  hair 
His  step  aside,  or  make  him  yield 

The  point  of  honor  held  so  dear  ; 
His  virtue  is  a  potent  shield 

Whene'er  temptations  are  severe. 

Whate'er  his  future  course  may  be, 

A  merchant,  lawyer,  artizan, 
Or  preacher  of  the  Word,  you'll  see 

An  earnest,  upright,  honest  man  — 
Unbending  Avhcn  a  glittering  prize 

Is  held  forth  as  a  bait,  to  hire 
The  virtuous  heart  —  to  endorse  the  lies 

Of  men  deceitful  or  impure. 

Upright  he'll  stand  amid  the  throng 

Who  shout  hosannas  to  the  vile  — 
In  his  integrity  so  strong. 

The  touch  of  gold  will  not  beguile  — 
His  nol)le  natiuc  will  not  move, 

lie  stands  on  truth "tis  sacred  iiround 

And  angel  hosts  his  course  ap[)r()ve. 

And  daily  all  his  steps  surround. 


218  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Vain  arc  the  efforts  to  seduce, 

Or  lilame  upon  his  actions  bring ; 
Or  flatter  him  —  a  tool  to  use 

To  lift  Corruption's  broken  wing. 
No  o^litterino:  l)ribe  will  taint  his  soul, 

Or  force  him  from  the  right  aside, 
The  freedom  of  his  mind  control, 

And  o'er  his  path  to  influence  ride. 

He  knows  his  duty,  and  he  feels 

Accountal)le  for  talents  lent ; 
And  with  designing  man  he  deals, 

Who  would  the  spread  of  truth  prevent. 
As  conscience  dictates  —  while  he  prays 

For  wisdom,  that  he  may  not  err, 
As  he  conflicting  thought  surveys  — 

And  his  own  will  to  God's  prefer. 

A  man  so  just,  perhaps  may  meet 

Reproach  from  the  misjudging  throng; 
Abuse  like  angry  surges  beat, 

And  threatening  billows  leap  along  ; 
But  firm  he  stands  —  and  he  at  last 

A  signal  triumph  shall  achieve. 
As  fjiintcr  ])cals  the  rabble  blast, 

And  break  the  nets  corrupters  Aveave. 

Ah  !  would  you  as  a  beacon-light 

Stand  out  before  a  world  of  crime, 
To  triumph  with  the  truth  and  right. 

And  make  a  tr.'insient  life  sublime? 
Low  at  the  feet  of  AVisdom  wait  — 

Eschew  the  sins  that  waste  and  fret  — 
Like  Daveis'^^^  live,  or  imitate 

The  grand  example  of  Favette.^^' 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  219 

"I  will  not  lie,"  young  Harry  said, 

"To  save  from  punishment  —  not  I; 
I  broke  the  ghiss  ;  —  I'm  not  afraid 

To  tell  the  truth.     If  I  deny 
And  throw  the  blame  upon  another, 

My  conscience  will  disturb  me  so, 
I'd  be  ashamed  to  meet  my  mother. 

And  guilty  feel  where'er  I  go." 

A  noble,  Christian  lad  !  who  ne'er 

In  act  or  word  or  look  deceives  ; 
Who  in  his  troubles  claims  a  share 

Whene'er  a  pla3anate  sorely  grieves. 
In  boyish  trades  he's  always  sure 

To  give  each  one  the  pennies  due ; 
Deceptive  acts  he  can't  endure. 

Nor  words  which  Ure  not  strictly  true. 

To  gain  rewards,  or  save  a  blow, 

His  honor  he'll  not  sacrifice  — 
Nor  with  false  colors  make  a  show. 

When  fraud  within  his  bosom  lies. 
Nor  will  he,  to  deprive  a  mate 

Of  gift  or  pleasure  he  expects, 
Make  him  an  anxious  moment  wait. 

By  unwise  counsels  or  neglects. 

Firm  in  his  principles  he  grows 

To  man's  estate  :  you  find  him  where 
The  good  have  met,  and  not  where  fiows 

The  wine,  and  men  have  learned  to  swear ; 
Not  where  the  poisonous  smoke  ascends, 

And  filthy  pools  besmear  the  floor, 
And  all  the  conversation  tends 

To  sink  the  man  and  raise  the  bore. 


220  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

You  find  him  with  an  honest  heart, 

A  temperate  zeal,  a  purpose  just. 
Acting  in  life  a  steadfast  part, 

Whom  all  men  honor,  safely  trust. 
On  what  he  states  you  can  rely. 

And  feel  there's  no  deception  shown  ; 
Whatever  article  you  buy. 

For  bread  you  do  not  get  a  stone. 

He'll  not  allow  clerks  in  his  shop 

To  practise  fraud,  as  many  do  — 
Large  berries  place  upon  the  top 

With  smaller  ones  the  boxes  through  — 
Rank  butter  deal  out  to  the  poor, 

Or  tainted  meats,  and  flour  that's  black. 
And  spices  mixed,  and  oils  impure. 

Or  crockery  with  a  hidden  crack. 

He  will  not,  lightl}^  as  he  can. 

His  grain  into  the  measure  lay  — 
Nor  whisper  slyly  to  his  man, 

"  Be  sure  that  everything  you  weigh 
Will  just  a  trifle  turn  the  scale." 

He  feels  there  is  an  Eye  that  sees. 
And  he's  upright  in  every  sale. 

That  he  may  not  his  Lord  displease. 

Nor  will  he,  to  the  injury 

Of  one  in  the  same  line  of  trade, 
False  accusations  make  —  but  see, 

When  slanders  to  his  door  are  laid, 
Strict  justice  done,  and  with  a  heart 

Swayed  by  integrity,  defend 
And  take  a  most  ungracious  part. 

If  he  can  help  a  foe  or  friend. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  221 

Honored  by  all,  you  hear  his  name 

Upon  the  lip  of  truth  and  love  — 
And  e'en  the  denizens  of  shame 

His  npright,  honest  course  approve. 
Ask  Virtue's  sons  to  tell  you  Avhere 

True  worth  and  merit  you  may  see  ; 
They  point  to  Cobb^^^  and  Jordan ^^^  —  "There 

Behold  men  of  integrity." 

Perhaps  a  Moody's  ^^®  name  is  spoken ; 

Sincere,  devout,  and  truly  wise  ; 
An  Adams,*^^  whose  self-will  was  broken 

When  love  divine  unsealed  his  eyes ; 
Their  duty  from  the  "Word  they  learned, 

And  never  from  its  precepts  strayed  ;  — 
O,  wondrous  truths  their  hearts  discerned, 

While  all  their  hopes  in  heaven  were  laid. 

A  faithful  and  efficient  scribe. 

Ready  to  go  where  duty  calls, 
A  Duken's^^**  zeal  he  may  imbibe 

In  church  or  seminary  halls  ; 
Freely  his  time  and  money  spending 

The  weal  of  others  to  promote  — 
His  hope,  Christ,  with  his  peace  unending, 

Of  every  ill  the  antidote. 

A  noble  word  —  Integrity  !  — 

Joy  of  the  heart  at  morn  and  even  ; 
'Tis  a  bright  star  ;  O  may  it  be 

Your  hope  and  strength,  and  lead  to  heaven  ! 
A  firm  resolve  to  do  the  ri<T:ht  — 

A  inu-pose  wise  —  a  steady  aim  — 
To  follow  truth  with  all  your  might, 

Will  gather  glory  round  your  name. 


222      '         SCHOOL    is     out. 

Integrity  !  —  a  capital 

To  all  who  start  on  life's  career ; 
Who  honor,  love,  embrace  her,  shall 

In  times  corrupt,  devoid  of  fear, 
Lift  up  their  heads,  unscathed  hy  crime. 

Add  the  whole  world  with  boldness  face ;  — 
Like  beacon  rocks  they  stand  sublime. 

While  ocean  trembles  at  their  base. 

Frank  sits  beside  the  chapel  door. 

While  his  companions  play  around ; 
The  old  Gazette  he's  looking  o'er, 

And  now  a  paragraph  has  found 
That  interests  him written  by 

The  City  Glazier  :  as  aloud 
He  reads,  the  scholars  all  draw  nigh, 

Till  he's  surrounded  by  the  crowd. 

Well  pleased,  they  hear  what  Quincy-^'  writes, 

One  of  the  best  and  kindest  men. 
Who  in  his  words  and  acts  unites 

The  Christian  with  the  citizen. 
If  he  should  be  a  little  queer 

In  the  remarks  he  sometimes  makes. 
They  know  his  heart  to  be  sincere, 

And  kindly  sympathy  he  wakes. 

Ah  !  good  old  man,  we  ne'er  again 

Shal  I  hear  thy  voice  or  meet  thy  smile  ; 
For  such  as  thou  we  look  in  vain. 

Our  sober  moments  to  beguile 
With  pleasant  histories  of  the  i^ast  — 

To  help  us  on  in  AVisdom's  way  — 
That  w^e  may  Hope's  sure  anchor  cast. 

Where  all  is  peace  and  cloudless  day. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  223 

We  drop  a  tear  to  see  them  fall  — 

The  patriarchs  of  olden  time  — 
And  all  the  tender  scenes  recall 

That  made  their  honored  lives  sublime, 
And  pray  that  as  their  forms  depart, 

Their  mantles  on  our  shoulders  rest  — 
That  each  possess  the  noble  heart 

For  God  and  man,  that  made  them  blest. 

Come  hither,  child  !     I  love  to  sit 

Beside  thy  free  and  open  heart, 
And  feel  the  tingle  of  that  wit 

Which  scintillates,  and  gives  a  start 
To  torpid  veins.     It  makes  one  feel 

Half  young  again.     No  language  mean, 
No  craven  words,  nnwisely  steal 

From  heart  to  lip,  severely  clean. 

It  is  a  luxury  to  hear 

The  glowing  sentences  that  drop 
From  one  so  young ;  —  as  if  a  seer 

Were  speaking  —  full  of  strength  and  hope. 
And  3'ct  to  thee  each  pleasant  sport 

And  game  has  a  peculiar  zest. 
When  to  the  fields  the  l)()ys  resort, 

Or  leap  upon  the  ocean's  breast. 

To  manhood's  strcnirth  I  see  thee  crrow  — 

I  see  thy  ardent  soul  engage 
In  noble  deeds,  with  no  vain  show. 

Or  pride  to  feed,  and  earnest  wage 
War  with  the  elements  of  evil  — 

With  Vice,  where'er  he  lifts  his  arm. 
Though  with  the  malice  of  a  devil 

lie  would  do  thee  a  mortal  harm. 


224  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Strong  in  the  riolit,  I  see  thee  stand 

With  Walton's  ^^*'  courage,  to  defend 
God's  sacred  truth,  and  through  the  land 

The  messages  of  wisdom  send, 
That  will  the  inebriate  awake, 

Plis  folly  and  his  crime  to  see, 
And  with  the  sword  of  Justice  break 

Chains  strong  as  those  of  slavery. 

"Now  for  some  cakes  !  "  cried  Josie  Brooks, 

As  HoRTON^^^  passed  —  and  off  he  ran, 
Throwing  aside  his  tedious  books. 

That  he  might  catch  the  good  old  man. 
Ajs  good  old  man  !     I  see  him  now 

As  when,  two  score  of  years  ago. 
With  bended  form  and  wrinkled  brow. 

He  walked  the  city  to  and  fro. 

He  always  had  a  genial  smile, 

Or  some  kind  pleasant  word  to  say, 
Though  he  had  travelled  many  a  mile. 

And  sold  but  little  through  the  day. 
His  real  wants  he  felt  were  few. 

And  was  contented  with  his  lot. 
And  grateful,  every  night  he  knew 

That  angels  watched  around  his  cot. 

Feeble,  infirm,  the  pilgrim  kept 

His  round  of  duties  to  the  last. 
And  sweetly  as  an  infant  slept, 

Till  all  his  weary  days  were  past. 
While  leaning  on  an  arm  of  strength, 

With  a  warm  faith  in  exercise. 
The  welcome  message  came  at  length, 

And  called  hiiti  to  the  peaceful  skies. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  225 

Willie,  high-rainclcd,  just  and  true, 

And  kind  e'en  to  a  treacherous  foe, 
As  Jesus  taught  he  strivx's  to  do  — 

Leads  in  the  right,  if  friends  should  go 
Astray  from  dut}^  and  brings  back 

The  wanderer  to  a  peaceful  fold  ; 
The  name  of  many  a  humble  black 

Is  in  his  generous  heart  enrolled. 

Broad  as  the  world  will  be  his  creed 

In  years  to  come.     lie  will  not  ask 
His  native  clime,  when  man's  in  need  — 

But  with  the  spirit  of  a  Tka.sk,^^^ 
Lift  up  his  hands  and  cheer  his  heart, 

And  bless  him  as  an  honored  guest, 
And  constantly  that  love  impart 

Which  richly  dwelt  in  Jesus'  breast. 

He  will  not  envv  those  who  rise 

By  force  of  genius  —  nor  betray, 
In  friendship's  kind  and  soft  disguise. 

Men  whose  dear  hopes  he  wills  to  slay ; 
But  with  the  purest  motives  speak 

Just  as  he  thinks,  and  earnestly  ; 
The  greatest  good  of  others  seek, 

Whate'cr  their  state  or  color  be. 

He'll  scorn  the  labored  speeches  forced 

Upon  the  public,  w^hen  behind 
A  flimsy  veil  are  views  endorsed 

That  tend  to  flatter  and  to  blind. 
And  briug  reproach  on  truths  most  dear 

To  every  honest  Christian  heart ; 
The  real  object  must  api)ear, 

Whatever  project  men  may  start. 
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226  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

He'll  Avatcli,  with  a  most  jealous  eye, 

The  scheming  men  on  plunder  bent ; 
And  all  must  pass  his  scrutiny, 

Regardless  of  petitions  sent. 
Unless  a  man  for  office  brings 

A  character  above  reproach, 
He'll  not  reirard  or  wealth  or  rinsrs. 

Or  to  his  peers  the  subject  broach. 

True  honor  and  integrity  — 

The  sterling  virtues  of  the  mind, 
In  Rice's  ^^^  daily  life  I  see  — 

Untarnished  all  the  gems  refined. 
The  statesman  and  the  saint  unite. 

And  glories  cluster  round  his  name, 
And  'tis  a  nation's  proud  delight 

To  lift  him  to  the  mount  of  fame. 

Who  from  the  crowd  will  often  get, 

And  in  the  shady  woods  rejoice. 
Or  b}^  the  sparkling  rivulet 

Sit  listening  to  its  music-voice  — 
Who  sees  in  every  tiny  flower  — 

In  every  blade  of  glass  that  springs  — 
The  hand  of  an  almighty  Power, 

Whose  love  each  bird  and  brooklet  sinjrs 

May  in  the  future  fellowship 

With  Nature  hold,  where'er  he's  found  ; 
And  songs  of  joy  from  heart  and  lip 

Will  through  his  hnppy  life  abound. 
Perhaps  a  INIuzzky^"^  ho  may  prove, 

And  wisdom  teach  from  rock  and  sod. 
And  every  obstacle  remove 

That  hides  the  wondrous  love  of  God. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  227 

In  every  cheerless  walk  he'll  raise 

Flowers  to  delight  and  trees  to  shade, 
And  try  to  have  life's  gloomy  ways 

With  all  that's  beautiful  inlaid. 
With  varied  plants  he'll  decorate 

The  most  incongruous,  cheerless  pile;  — 
No  spot,  however  desolate, 

But  he  will  make  to  bud  and  smile. 

He'll  not  uproot  the  glorious  trees  — 

Despoil  them  of  their  wealth  of  leaves  — 
Like  many  a  churl  who  fears  disease, 

And  thinks  a  marvel  he  achieves. 
When  he  persuades  a  worthy  mayor 

To  cut  and  prune,  and  half  destroy 
Elms  nurtured  with  unwearied  care  — 

Of  scores  of  hearts  the  pride  and  joy. 

'Tis  his  dclio-ht  to  see  them  "frow 

In  beauteous  symmetry  and  grace, 
And  wide  and  high  their  branches  throw. 

His  cot  would  be  a  gloomy  place 
Without  the  grateful  summer  shade. 

Or  winters  pleasure,  when  the  winds 
Pipe  through  the  trees.     The  music  played, 

A  constant  source  of  joy  he  finds. 

He  whose  lithe  liml)S  are  like  a  roc's, 

And  gayly  runs  o'er  hill  and  sward. 
May  have  a  word,  where'er  ho  goes, 

To  speak  in  favor  of  his  Lord ; 
While  he  who  chats  with  all  ho  meets, 

And  pleasant  feeling  loaves  l)ehind. 
May  in  the  future  grace  our  streets. 

And  joys  in  rich  abundance  find. 


228  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Intensely  orthodox  e'en  now, 

And  for  thy  years  exact  and  wise, 
Child  of  the  bright  and  sunny  lirow, 

In  grace  and  wisdom  thou  wilt  rise. 
Methinks  in  miniature  I  see 

A  CuMMiXGS,  ^^^  zealous  for  the  right  — 
Not  satisfied  till  he  shall  be 

Proved  faithful  in  his  Master's  sight. 

A  Bradford,^^^  earnest  and  devout. 

Ambitious  only  to  secure 
His  Makers  favor,  which  Avithout, 

With  golden  mines  he  would  be  poor : 
Most  rigidly  he  will  obey 

What  conscience  dictates,  and  avoid 
Those  venial  sins  that  led  astray, 

And  many  a  parent's  hopes  destroyed. 

No  selfish  end  will  ever  lead 

The  humble  servant  to  bestow 
His  charity  to  clothe  or  feed  ; 

His  prayers  must  with  the  offering  go. 
His  love  to  God  will  make  him  feel 

Dcpendance  on  his  arm  alone  — 
As  gently  with  a  neiglibor  deal 

As  if  his  troubles  were  his  own. 

Ready,  he'll  go  if  duty  call, 

The  humblest  brother  to  assist, 
When  in  distress  ;  and  should  he  fall, 

First  place  him  on  his  praying  list ; 
Nor  cease  his  efforts  to  rechiim. 

And  l)riug  him  to  his  duty  l)ack ; 
Or  send  him,  praising  Jesus'  name, 

Upon  a  bright  and  joyous  track. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  229 

Gentle  and  kind  in  till  his  wavs, 

And  tilled  •with  sympathy  for  those 
In  humble  life,  with  whom  he  plays, 

And  selfish  feeling  never  knows  — 
The  noble  youth  is  loved  by  all  — 

All  in  his  presence  take  delight ;  — 
Erelong  his  stirring  lines  may  call 

His  country  to  defend  the  right. 

"When  "morning  light  is  breaking,"  he 

With  burning  zeal  and  faith  may  preach 
The  blessed  gospel,  or  maybe 

AVill  raise  ambassadors  to  teach 
The  heathen  mind  the  love  of  God  — 

The  veil  of  superstition  rend  — 
*  And  in  the  steps  the  apostles  trod, 

A  host  of  zealous  Christians  send. 

In  glowing  numbers  he  may  tell 

The  blessings  of  a  Saviours  reign  ; 
Or  help  himself  the  song  to  swell  — 

A  noble  and  exalted  strain  — 
To  honor  Him  whom  angels  praise, 

And  all  the  host  of  heaven  adore. 
He'll  prove  a  Smith ^^''  in  coming  days. 

Could  patriot,  Christian  ask  for  more? 

Shrewd  calculator,  even  now 

What  may  the  world  expect  of  thee. 
When  years  shall  dim  thy  i)olished  brow. 

And  thou  art  launched  on  life's  broad  sea? 
Great  projects  which  men  dare  not  try. 

With  coniinon  minds,  may  chain  tliv  thouij'ht ; 
Huge  obstacles  thou  wilt  (W(y 

In  thy  pursuit,  and  deem  them  nought. 


230  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Coutempt  and  opposition  lend 

Diviner  energy,  and  make 
To  thy  stern  will  the  mighty  bend, 

And  mountain  barriers  reel  and  break. 
But  firm  at  last  thy  feet  shall  stand 

Upon  a  basis  sure  and  strong, 
And  that  respect  and  love  command 

Which  to  the  great  and  good  belong. 

A  Thomas'  ^^*  quick  and  active  mind  — 

Perhaps  a  Carpenter's  ^^^  —  may  be 
Within  thy  fragile  form  enshrined, 

Erelong  to  flash  with  brilliancy 
Upon  a  world  inert  and  dead. 

And  startle  to  new  life  and  power ; 
And  blessings  on  the  millions  shed, 

When  Fear  would  crush  and  Ilatc  devour. 

Thy  genius,  eagle-eyed,  will  bring 

Man's  slumbering  energies  in  play, 
And  make  the  wastes  and  valleys  ring 

AVith  joyful  cheer.     Most  glorious  day 
Will  rise  above  the  mists  and  clouds. 

And  spread  enlivening  hope  around, 
While  trembling  Doubt,  which  life  enshrouds, 

Will  fly  far  from  the  sacred  ground. 

Who  loves  the  truth  and  strives  to  please, 

And  helps  his  playmates  when  he  can  ; 
The  foe  to  wrong  —  the  friend  of  peace  — 

AVill  yet  become  a  sterling  man. 
Prompt  to  confess  a  wrong  he  may 

Unconsciously  connnit,  he  gives 
His  generous  im])ulsos  full  play, 

And  in  his  friends'  aflections  lives. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  231 

He  lifites  deceits  and  treacheries, 

And  righteous  indignation  feels 
Wliene'er  a  vicious  youth  he  sees, 

Who  falsely  -vvitli  a  schoolmate  deals. 
If  by  his  words  lie  cannot  slake 

His  mean  and  cowardly  career, 
And  his  disijustinii:  habits  break, 

His  measures  may  be  more  severe. 

He  quits  his  company  at  once  — 

AVitli  him  he'll  no  conununion  hold  : 
He  feels  'tis  duty  to  renounce 

One  to  the  baser  passions  sold, 
AYith  kindlier  natures  to  converse, 

Far  more  congenial  to  his  taste  : 
To  virtue  Avliat  so  great  a  curse 

As  actions  vile  and  words  unchaste  ? 

He'll  live  to  bless  a  coming  race, 

To  scatter  light  where'er  he  jroes. 
Command  a  high  and  honored  place. 

Stand  where  a  faithful  Kellogg^""  rose, 
And  a  rich  store  of  knowledge  bring, 

From  varying  creeds  the  truth  to  sift, 
And  grateful  to  their  heavenly  King, 

A  thousand  hearts  to  virtue  lift. 

Perhaps  he'll  be  a  Huntington,'" 

To  draw  to  Virtue's  sacred  shrine 
Full  many  a  proud  and  reckless  son, 

To  own  the  power  of  grace  divine. 
And  leave  behind  a  ])recioua  name  — 

A  mcmor}^  that  will  not  die  ; 
His  noble  deeds,  in  words  of  flame. 

Writ  on  the  tablet  of  the  sky. 


232  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

To  travel  by  his  Muster's  side, 

When  heedless  crowds  to  error  press  — 
To  spread  his  kingdom  far  and  wide, 

And  thousands  and  ten  thousands  bless  — 
The  spirit  of  a  Hemmenw' ay  ^"^ 

AVill  in  the  child  of  promise  live, 
Whose  faith  beholds  the  glorious  day 

Of  righteousness  —  when  all  shall  give 

Their  time,  their  talents  and  their  gold, 

liesplendent  blessings  to  advance  ; 
When  prejudice,  and  garments  rolled 

In  blood  —  the  pomp  and  circumstance 
Of  hateful  Avar  —  the  horrid  rites 

Of  superstition,  and  the  dread 
Of  evils  pending  —  feuds  and  tights  — 

And  all  the  crimes  that  earth  o'erspread, 

Shall  nevermore  disturb  the  breast ; 

But  heavenly  peace  in  triumph  reigu, 
And  troubled  nations  feel  the  rest 

The  ages  prayed  for,  but  in  vain. 
Dawn  speedily,  O  day  most  bright ! 

Wake,  heart,  to  hear  the  angels'  song  ! 
The  light  has  capi)ed  the  mountain  height ! 

Haii,  glorious  day,  predicted  long  ! 

Who  early  puts  his  coffers  by. 

Clutching  the  sixpences  he  earns, 
And  gives  no  heed  when  suii'erers  cry, 

And  from  the  hungry  orphan  turns  — 
Who  makes  his  young  companions  pay 

For  half  the  comforts  he  enjoys. 
And  like  a  felon  skulks  away 

From  gener<nis,  free  and  manly  boys — • 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  233 

Will  in  the  future,  if  he  lives, 

A  mean  and  selfish  miser  prove, 
And  every  dollar  he  receives. 

More  than  his  friends  or  honor  love  ; 
He'll  never  lift  a  gencrons  hand 

In  deepest  sorrows  and  reverses ; 
Perhaps  a  broker,  he  may  stand 

The  pressure  of  a  thousand  curses. 

Not  satisfied  with  connnon  gains. 

He'll  murmur  often,  chafe  and  fret, 
Unless  the  cloud  Avith  gold-drops  rains. 

And  he  the  lion's  share  shall  get. 
He  "will  not  give  his  family 

The  daily  comtbrts  they  desire ; 
For  his  dear  life  he  cannot  see 

Why  they  to  live  so  much  require. 

He'll  grind  and  grind  —  O  terribly  !  — 

The  faces  in  his  mercy  held  ; 
Nor  give  the  poor  man  rest  till  he 

The  last,  last  farthing  is  compelled 
Into  his  groaning  hoaixls  to  throw  ; 

Then  turns  with  horrid  smile  aw^ay. 
O,  if  there  be  a  hell,  1  know 

Whom  fiends  will  torment  night  and  day. 

God  pity  those  misfortune  placed 

AVithiu  his  power  !     No  heart  can  tell 
What  griefs  and  deprivations  waste 

Their  strength,  or  tears  their  eyelids  swell  I 
He  makes  their  lives  a  checkered  scene 

Of  blighted  hoi)es  and  painful  fears  ; 
Strange  that  a  soul  can  be  so  mean 

The  voice  of  conscience  never  hears  ! 


234  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

True  genuine  love  is  never  felt 

Within  11  bosom  lined  Avith  gold  ;  — 
The  frozen  heart  no  charm  can  melt, 

Or  wjike  it  from  its  icy  fold. 
It  chills  the  gentle  streams  that  flow 

To  bless  mankind  and  comfort  bring ; 
And  none  can  real  pleasure  knoAV, 

Where  serpents  hiss  and  scorpions  sting. 

Heaven  never  smiles  on  stingy  souls, 

Wedded  to  sordid  passions  aye  — 
In  whose  foul  hearts the  nests  of  ghouls  .... 

The  most  abjecting  horrors  prey. 
By  man  despised  —  by  God  forsaken, 

O,  wretched  is  the  miser's  lot ! 
As  if  o'er  flames  his  bones  were  shaken. 

He  cannot  find  a  cooling  spot. 

Be  generous,  if  you  would  enjoy 

God's  favor  here  and  evermore  ;  — 
In  their  incipient  state  destroy 

The  vices  at  the  heart's  deep  core. 
By  giving  with  a  liberal  hand, 

And  with  a  heart  brinifid  of  love ; 
Difluse  thy  blessings  o'er  the  land. 

And  purchase  real  wealth  above. 

Another  Jacksox  '"'  I  behold 

In  miniature  before  me  stand. 
With  rounded  cheeks  and  locks  of  gold ; 

I  love  to  take  the  extended  hand  — 
To  hear  the  sweet  and  charming  voice 

Outl)ursting  from  a  genial  soul  ; 
It  makes  my  trenil)rmg  heart  rejoice. 

And  over  tears  I  lose  control. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  235 

I  know  what  thou  wilt  be,  my  boy, 

AVh(Mi  thosG  tliy  halcyon  days  arc  past  ; 
The  friend  of  virtue,  and  the  joy 

Of  many  a  soul,  that,  overcast,    . 
Without  thy  counsel  and  thy  love 

Would  sink  discouraged  and  depressed  ; 
Thy  words  will  cheer thy  smiles  remove 

The  clouds  that  mantle  round  the  breast. 

Forever  happy,  thou  wilt  make 

All  who  surround  thee  happy  too  ; 
A  thousand  menial  thouiihts  awake 

By  something  fresh,  and  bright,  and  new. 
With  kind  persuasion  thou  wilt  draw 

From  error,  sin  and  crime  away, 
And  with  the  blessings  Eden  saw. 

Fill  the  glad  vision  day  by  day. 

Wherever  Sorrow  mourning  sits  — 

Wherever  Grief  in  sackcloth  bends  — 
Thy  cheerful  countenance  emits 

A  radiance  that  sweetly  blends 
With  words  of  sjnipathy  Avhich  fall 

Like  dew  upon  the  thirsty  llowers  — 
And  they  who  mourned  rejoice  —  and  all 

Seem  in  a  briiihter  world  thau  ours. 


o 


Thou  wilt  not  suffer  evil  thou2:hts 

Within  thy  gentle  breast  to  sleep, 
Xor  listen  to  those  vile  repoi'ts 

Tliat  from  the  tongue  of  slander  creep 
In  sunnv  households  to  deceive. 

And  every  generous  inii)ulse  crush  — 
Nor  truth  with  hction  suljtly  weave 

In  tales  that  make  the  virtuous  blush. 


23G  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

A  golclcn  light,  where'er  thou  art, 

AYill  o'er  thy  daily  pathway  shine  — 
To  flash  in  many  a  darkened  heart, 

And  bless  it  more  than  corn  and  wine. 
Thy  mission  everywhere  will  1)e 

To  soothe  the  sad  ....  the  fallen  lift .... 
And  make  the  moral  blind  to  see, 

And  all  partake  of  Virtue's  gift. 

How  slow  he  walks  !     Old  Bryant  ^"^  seems 

The  Israel  of  an  ancient  race, 
Or  like  some  patriarch  seen  in  dreams, 

With  hoary  beard  and  wrinkled  foce. 
Bending  l)eneath  the  weight  of  years, 

He  totters  like  a  feel^le  child  ; 
The  songs  of  birds  he  never  hears  — 

Or  tempest  beating  loud  and  wild. 

His  eyes  are  dim  —  he  cannot  see 

The  beauties  of  the  earth  and  sky  ; 
The  children's  pleasant  smiles  —  ah  me  ! 

Are  lost  to  him.     He  i)asses  by, 
Sometimes  unconscious  who  is  near  — 

But  cheerful  and  contented  w'hen 
One  Avith  n  strong  voice  makes  him  hear, 

And  then  he  seems  a  child  again. 

O  pilgrim  lone  !  thy  days  are  few  — 

Thy  fourscore  years  and  one  arc  passed  ; 
The  better  countiy  to  thy  view, 

Where  all  thy  l)rigliter  hopes  are  cast. 
Opens  in  splendor,  and  thy  heart 

Longs  for  the  pawo  llic  grave  shall  give- 
Whcn  for  that  Bculah  Ihou  wilt  start, 

AVhere  God  invites  and  amrels  live. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  237 

With  wonder  all  the  children  gaze 

Upon  thy  locks  as  white  as  snow  ; 
They  hear  thy  voice  and  cease  their  plays, 

And  to  thy  humble  dwelling  go 
To  see  thee  home.     They  little  think 

That  time  will  blanch  their  rosy  cheeks, 
And  bring  them  tottering  to  life's  brink, 

AYhile  listening  as  the  patriarch  speaks. 


Who  will  not  do  a  wicked  thing  — 

Not  only  when  a  friend  is  nigh  — 
But  jealous  lest  a  stain  it  bring 

Upon  the  cause  of  purity  — 
Who  with  a  heart  alive  and  true, 

Endeavors,  whcresoe'er  he's  placed. 
That  line  of  duty  to  pursue 

The  tiuijer  of  his  Maker  traced  — 


*o 


From  vice  and  crime  who  keeps  aloof, 

And  shuns  the  tempter  and  his  snares, 
AVill  give  through  life  abundant  proof 

That  God  has  heard  true  earnest  prayers. 
On  every  noble  enterprise 

He'll  enter  with  a  Christian  zeal  — 
Unlock  the  treasures  of  the  skies, 

And  make  the  most  indifferent  feci. 

If  in  his  coffers  gold  should  flow, 

He'll  freely  scatter  it  around. 
And  make  with  love  the  valleys  glow  — 

And  joy  o'er  all  the  hills  resound  ; 
Dispersing  Avitli  a  liberal  hand 

The  leaves  that  health  and  comfort  bring. 
Till  peace  shall  visit  every  land, 

And  wide  the  Saviour's  praises  ring. 


238  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Sincere,  devout,  it  may  be  that 

He's  destined  in  his  course  to  fill 
The  chair  Avhere  once  a  Mellen  ^"^  sat, 

For  justice  famed,  and  legal  skill. 
Or  with  a  world  of  sin  in  view, 

Estranged  from  God,  and  cold  and  dark- 
Lost  Eden's  blessinjjs  to  renew  — 

He  may  possess  the  zeal  of  Clark. ^°^ 

Who  sings  so  sweetly  while  he  plays  — 

Is  happy  as  the  golden  birds  — 
Whose  heart  is  filled  with  love  and  praise. 

And  always  speaks  sweet  pleasant  words - 
Who  Avitli  the  face  of  nature  smiles. 

And  finds  a  pleasure  everywhere  — 
While  ever}''  leaf  and  flower  beguiles, 

That  lifts  in  love  a  silent  prayer  — 

Who  ne'er  inflicts  an  injury 

On  brute  or  insect  God  has  made  — 
In  future  years  I  think  I  see 

To  honor  rise,  without  the  aid 
Of  wealth  or  friends.     He  has  within 

A  principle  that  prompts  the  right, 
That  will  the  heart  to  virtue  win. 

And  joys  dispense  like  rays  of  light. 

Erelong  with  Hamlin  ^"^  he  may  stand 

On  Zion's  Avails,  proclaiming  peace 
To  lost  and  erring  ones.     A  band 

Of  zealous  men,  forgetting  case  — 
The  joys  of  home  ^ — his  faith  may  lead 

To  heathen  shores,  to  teach  the  way 
Of  life  ;  or  with  the  outcast  i)lead. 

And  at  the  bed  of  suH'ering  pray. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  231) 

Where'er  his  lot  is  cast,  I  know 

He'll  honor  God  and  truth  revere, 
And  to  the  heedless  masses  show 

A  life  of  virtue,  just,  sincere  ; 
Heaven  blesses  and  the  world  approves. 

Such  honor  to  the  man  is  shown 
Whose  faith  has  reached  the  hand  that  moves 

Ten  thousand  worlds,  in  space  unknown. 

"There's  old  Squire  Morgax  !  "^"^  Arthur  cries, 

As  bending  neath  the  weight  of  3^ears, 
The  pilgrim  plods  along.     His  eyes 

Are  weak  and  dim,  and  dull  his  ears. 
His  cloak  for  half  a  centurv 

Has  done  him  service,  with  the  strap 
He  buttons  round.     It  seems  to  me 

He  always  wore  the  same  gray  cap. 

He's  so  peculiar,  odd  and  queer, 

He  finds  but  few  associates  ; 
His  little  chamber,  in  the  rear 

Of  Huckler's  Row,  a  neighbor  states. 
Is  filled  with  model  pumps  and  mills 

His  ingenuity  has  made  ; 
And  half  his  drawers  are  lined  with  pills  — 

He  uever  calls  the  doctor's  aid. 

AVith  all  his  love  of  oddity, 

The  patriarch  has  a  generous  heart. 
And  on  the  street  is  always  free 

His  treasured  knowledge  to  impart. 
As  he  the  power  of  want  has  known, 

His  sympathy  is  with  the  poor ; 
Good  men  he  loves,  but  hates  a  drone. 

And  shuts  the  sniveller  from  his  door. 


240  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

There's  one  —  they  call  him  siiobb}^  Tim  — 

From  authors  he  Avill  freely  quote ; 
Sometimes  'tis  Pope  —  then  Thomson's  hymu- 

Auon  a  line  that  Shakespeare  wrote. 
He  always  speaks  as  if  he  felt 

Himself  superior  to  his  mates  — 
That  Wisdom  in  his  bosom  dwelt, 

While  to  the  world  were  closed  her  gates. 

He'll  rise  a  paragon  of  pride, 

Inflated  to  the  heart's  deep  core  ; 
You'd  think  no  other  man  beside, 

In  Church  or  State,  like  honors  wore. 
Before  a  gaping  audience 

Such  eloquence  he  will  display, 
As  to  confound  their  connnon  sense  , 

Who  never  heard  an  ass's  bray. 

He'll  praise  a  man  of  real  worth, 

As  if  he  understood  him  Avell, 
And  sat  familiar  at  the  hearth. 

And,  contidential,  heard  him  tell 
When  he  conceived  each  precious  thought. 

And  how  he  shaped  and  polished  it, 
And  every  line  of  genius  wrought. 

In  mellow  verse  or  sparkling  wit. 

He'll  name  the  week  —  perhaps  the  hour, 

When  Thanatopsis  saw  the  light ; 
Longfellow  wrote  The  Old  Hound  Tower, 

And  Whittier  the  AVanderino-  Kni"ht ; 
Their  pens  and  inkhorns  he  can  show ; 

The  odds  and  ends  that  round  them  laid ; 
Tell  how  the  thou!J:lits  becfun  to  flow, 

And  through  the  brain  and  lingers  played. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  241 

The  poets  oft  consulted  him  ; 

At  his  suggestion  altered  much  ; 
He  knows  just  Avhere  to  add  and  trim, 

And  where  to  put  the  golden  touch. 
Detects  and  beauties  he  can  name, 

AVith  but  a  glance,  as  few  can  do  ; 
Note  startling  thoughts  and  what  are  tame  — 

The  commonplace  —  the  fresh  and  new. 

His  vast  importance  he  ■will  feel, 

And  swell  to  elephantine  size, 
Severely  with  the  humble  deal. 

And  laud  his  favorites  to  the  skies. 
But  when  they  see  his  silly  pranks, 

And  list  to  his  boml)astic  style. 
Instead  of  lifting  hearty  thanks. 

His  audience  will  only  smile. 

He  wins,  perhaps,  the  praise  of  snobs, 

While  catering  to  a  morbid  taste, 
And  meritorious  authors  robs  ; 

But  all  his  efforts  run  to  waste ; 
He  but  consummate  folly  shows, 

And  is  the  butt  of  ridicule  : 
A  man  inflated  never  knows 

That  he's  a  jackass  or  a  fool. 

"  Look  !  —  see  the  eagle  sailing  by  !  " 

Spoke  AVillie.     « 'Tis  a  noble  bh-d  !  " 
And  as  they  gazed  towards  the  sky 

A  loud  i-eport  the  children  heard ; 
And  through  the  air  came  tumbling  down 

The  kingly  creature,  bleeding,  dead  : 
He  had  l)een  shot  by  some  base  clown  : 

Curses  upon  his  reckh-^^s  lioad  ! 
IG 


242  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Strange  that  the  noble  bird  should  be 

The  murk  of  every  idle  Avight ! 
But  stranger  still,  that  men  should  see 

The  eagle  from  his  dizzy  height 
Brought  down  b}'-  ruthless  hands,  and  praise 

The  miscreant  that  dealt  the  blow  — 
And  on  the  dying  victim  gaze, 

As  if  he  were  a  mortal  foe  !  ^"^ 

Imperial  bird  !     I  love  to  see 

Against  the  sky  thy  kingly  form  — 
As  if  it  were  thy  pride  to  be 

Above  the  cloud  —  beyond  the  storm. 
But  indignation  deep  and  strong 

Is  kindled  in  the  breast  whene'er 
Thou  art  struck  down.     For  such  a  wronsf 

Can  prison-bars  be  too  severe  ? 

The  ash-man,  FernalDjjk,  with  his  cart 

Stops  in  the  street,  while  passing  hy, 
And  kindly  speaks  — bless  his  large  heart !  - 

To  the  clear  children  standing:  niffh. 
As  he  relates  a  pleasant  talc. 

Or  gives  to  them  some  good  advice, 
To  drink  his  words  they  never  fail  — 

His  stories  are  so  fresh  and  nice. 

The  good  old  man  was  kind  to  all, 

And  he  was  social,  frank  and  free, 
And  when  he  made  his  monthly  call, 

His  pleasant  face  all  loved  to  see. 
But  age,  with  its  infirmities. 

Came  on  apace,  his  sjiirit  fled, 
And  bleeding  hearts  and  weeping  eyes 

Told  of  the  sorrow  for  the  dead. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  243 

The  noble  men  of  other  days  — 

Then*  memorv  how  dear  !  —  how  dear  !  — 
I  love  the  Christian  life  to  praise 

That  always  shone  distinct  and  clear, 
That  generations  coming  on 

May  their  examples  imitate, 
And  the  same  path  of  wisdom  run 

Which  made  them  wise,  and  good,  and  great. 

Always  npon  a  mission  bent, 

"  And  never  idle,  Edwin  goes, 
As  if  by  some  kind  angel  sent, 

Where  he  can  succor  human  woes. 
He  loves  to  gather  round  him  boj^s 

"Who  never  knew  a  parent's  care, 
And  tell  them  of  the  heavenly  jo^'s 

Descending  on  the  wings  of  prayer. 

Whene'er  an  outcast  he  can  find, 

He  labors  with  unwearied,  zeal 
To  waken  in  his  dormant  mind 

Aspiring  hopes,  and  make  him  feel 
Life  is  not  all  a  shadowy  scene. 

With  lurking  fears  and  ill  beset, 
But  yielding  joy  and  peace  serene, 

Where  scorn  and  hate  with  love  are  met. 

I  see  him  in  the  future  rise 

A  CuTLEU,"'*  faithful  and  devout. 
Enlisting  his  best  energies 

To  bring  that  blessed  state  about. 
When  zeal  for  truth  and  fervent  love 

Shall  every  creed  and  heart  luiite, 
And  God's  elect  together  move 

la  one  grand,  glorious  path  of  light. 


244  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Far  different  he  from  selfish  Joe, 

Who  never  felt  a  generous  spark 
Of  S3'mpathy  for  those  in  Avoe  — 

Whose  paths  arc  lined  Avith  shadows  dark. 
He  passes  by  with  cold  disdain, 

When  sorrow  should  his  love  engage  — 
Unkindly  adds  to  bitter  pain, 

And  smites  the  brow  of  trembling  age. 

I  cannot  now  the  future  see ; 

I  know  not  what  it  may  reveal ; 
Perhaps  in  manhood  Joe  may  be 

Vile  and  corrupt  —  perhaps  may  steal 
Into  the  church,  where  he  will  pray 

As  if  his  craven  heart  were  pure, 
And  while  he  points  to  heaven  he  may 

Confiding  souls  to  vice  allure  : 

Or  he  to  office  may  aspire. 

And  trample  on  inherent  rights  — 
With  dark  revenge  the  bosom  fire, 

Exciting  brawls  and  drunken  fights. 
Unless  a  power  divine  appear 

His  wayward  i)assions  to  control, 
He'll  o'er  the  hopes  to  virtue  dear 

Contending  waves  of  trouble  roll. 

Alive  to  Mercy's  sacred  call. 

The  noble  youth  is  on  the  alert 
To  lift  tlie  erring  "when  they  fall  — 

And  all  his  inilucnce  to  exert 
The  red  right  arm  of  crime  to  check, 

And  bring  to  punishment  condign 
Those  who  at  IMoloch's  call  and  beck 

Pour  freely  out  the  poisonous  wine. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  245 

Shoulder  to  shoulder  he  will  stand 

With  Mixer  3'2  i„  the  battle-field, 
When  threatening  evils  fill  the  land, 

And  not  a  hair's-breadth  "will  he  yield. 
He  knows  his  duty,  and  he  sees, 

Through  faith  iu  God,  the  victory  gained  — 
Prostrate  his  wily  enemies, 

Aud  his  eternal  truth  maintained. 

He  knows  his  duty,  come  who  may 

With  bristliug  sal)rcs,  to  oppose ; 
Though  half  the  world  stand  in  array, 

Ho  nobly  fights  his  mighty  foes. 
No  truce  with  crime  —  no  compromise  — 

AYhcn  God's  own  truth  is  trampled  on  ; 
Though  earth  may  quake,  and  fall  the  skies, 

He  will  not  yield  till  victory's  won. 

Onward  —  press  onward,  men  of  might! 

The  strong  right  arm  Onniipotent 
Will  make  you  conquer  in  the  fight ; 

The  needed  help  is  always  sent 
When  fiercely  l)cat  the  Avaves  of  wrong 

At  Truth  crushed,  struggling  to  arise  ; 
So,  men  of  God,  be  true,  be  strong, 

An  arm  will  help  you  from  the  skies. 

Degenerate  times  !  when  those  who  stand 

As  sentinels  on  Zion's  walls. 
Are  sometimes  but  a  selfish  band  ! 

Here  money  draws  —  there  pleasure  calls  — 
Now  popularity  infiates  — 

Anon,  a  jjcrfoct  horse  entrances  ; 
One  at  the  door  of  follv  waits, 

While  each  to  hug  a  sin  advances. 


246  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Yes  —  'tis  for  so  much  gold  they  ciy  ; 

They'll  preach,  and  tickle  your  desire, 
And  throAV^  their  sacred  mantles  by, 

When  from  the  pulpit  they  retire. 
"For  God's  own  glory"  they  will  do 

What  common  sinners  dare  oppose  ; 
Will  sip  their  wine,  and  smoke  and  chew. 

And  then  what  else  ?     Heaven  only  knows. 

If  they  should  feel  disposed,  they  may 

Visit  the  sick  —  perhaps  attend 
A  funeral  some  stormy  day. 

Or  call  upon  a  stricken  frieud. 
They  make  no  pledges can't  bo  tied  .... 

Must  go  and  come  just  when  they  choose  ; 
And  fish  and  himt,  and  sail  and  ride. 

E'en  though  they  preach  to  empty  pews. 

Faintly  oppose  them,  they  will  quit. 

And  take  another  charge  elsewhere, 
And  manifest  no  little  grit 

That  to  constrain  them  men  will  dare. 
The  church  they  Avould  divide  and  break, 

By  preaching  in  some  neighboring  hall ; 
The  crooked  sticks  they  only  take. 

And  prove  a  curse  to  them that's  all. 

We  love  —  we  love  the  good  old  days 

When  ministers,  once  settled,  kept 
Aloof  from  show  and  public  praise, 

And  with  the  poor  atilicted  wept. 
Ambition  did  not  lead  astray 

The  shepherd  from  his  faithful  flock; 
No  gilded  bait  gleamed  in  the  way. 

His  peaceful,  happy  hours  to  mock. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  247 

Year  in  and  out  he  watched  and  prayed, 

And  various  means  he  daily  sought 
The  feeblest  of  his  charge  to  aid, 

And  fix  on  God  the  wanderino;  thouo:ht. 
When  he  beheld  the  moistened  eye, 

Or  heard  the  word  of  love  expressed. 
Or  saw^  his  faithful  followers  try, 

With  Christian  zeal,  to  do  their  best, 

His  tender  heart  would  overflow 

With  joy  and  thankfulness.     He  knew 
They  would  in  love  and  wisdom  grow, 

And  all  impure  desires  subdue. 
And  so  prepare  for  heaven.     'Twas  this 

That  tilled  his  soul  with  perfect  peace, 
And  gave  a  foretaste  of  the  bliss 

Which  faith  discerns  ere  conflicts  cease. 

Such  life  accords  with  His  who  came 

The  sad  and  wretched  to  restore ; 
The  outcast  and  the  lost  to  siiame. 

And  open  throw  heaven's  l)lissful  door. 
And  such  was  Parkhukst;"'  humble,  meek; 

To  do  his  Master's  ^vill  intent ; 
The  breath  of  prayer,  however  weak. 

He  felt  was  never  vainly  spent. 

The  example  of  his  spotless  life 

Was  a  rebuke  to  pride  and  sin. 
And  often  checked  the  unholy  strife 

That  reigned  without  —  the  lust  Avithin. 
With  deep  humility  he  felt 

The  need  of  power  divine  to  stay 
The  arm  of  evil,  and  to  melt 

The  heart  that  would  itself  array, 


248  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

In  bold  defiance  of  the  truth  ;  — 

And  thus  he  hibored,  wept  and  prayed 
AVith  hardened  age  and  heedless  youth  ; 

And  while  he  sought  the  Master's  aid, 
His  blameless  w  alk  and  humble  trust, 

Seen  by  the  heedless  and  perverse, 
Taught  them  to  shun  each  darling  lust, 

And  God's  sweet  praises  to  rehearse. 

Charmed  w'ith  the  glorious  scenerj^ 

By  Nature's  hand  displaj'ed  aroimd  — 
The  hills,  the  woods,  the  rolling  sea. 

The  flowers  iipspringing  from  the  ground - 
The  happy  boy  a  Father  sees, 

AVhose  love  his  3'oung  aflcctions  Avon  ; 
In  all  his  arts  he  strives  to  please ; 

I  see  him  rise  a  AVateeston  :  ^^* 

His  heart  the  seat  of  generous  love, 

Prompting  to  justice  and  to  right, 
In  whatsoever  path  he  move. 

His  sunnv  heart  will  make  it  brio^ht. 
He'll  catch  the  spirit  breathing  o'er 

The  waving  fields  and  verdant  plains. 
And  with  the  birds  his  music  pour ; 

The  precious  love  of  God  constrains. 

Frank,  for  a  youth,  seems  quite  profound  — 

Discarding  simple  works,  he  reads 
The  elder  authors,  which  abound 

With  glorious  thoughts  ;  on  these  he  feeds 
From  common  books  ho  turns  aAvay, 

Written  ])y  stn})id  authors,  who, 
To  vain,  ambitious  hopes  a  prey. 

Have  w^histled  ofi'  a  score  or  two. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  249 

He  turns  from  those  with  deep  disgust, 

Aud  not  a  sentence  will  peruse  ; 
While  Bacon,  Locke  —  men  he  can  trust  — 

A  nol)le  taste  in  him  infuse. 
AVith  thoughts  that  to  some  purpose  l)urn, 

His  ijimost  soul  is  decplj^  stirred ; 
Thus  early  he  will  wisdom  earn, 

And  rise,  at  last,  the  peer  of  IIeard.^^^ 

Who  notes  in  prose  a  sentence  weak  — 

In  poetry  a  halting  line  — 
And  is  a  critic  sliar[),  unique  — 

That  kcou-cycd  boy,  with  talents  fine, 
Will  make  his  mark;  he  vet  may  stand 

High  as  a  scholar,  ripe  and  keen, 
And  some  distinguished  post  command, 

With  gifts  that  arc  but  rarely  seen. 

Through  the  whole  range  of  literature 

His  active  mind  may  swiftly  run. 
Till  he  shall  write  the  English  pure 

As  Irving,  Steele,  or  Addison  ; 
For  literary  taste  he  may 

To  none  the  palm  of  honor  yield. 
And  stand  at  no  far  distant  day. 

With  all  the  honors  of  a  Field."" 

Yon  slender  child,  aud  lame  withal. 

Yet  active  and  brimful  of  life, 
Prompt  to  attend  his  master's  call. 

Or  check  the  jealousy  and  strife 
Of  his  companions,  often  rude. 

Who  unobserved  will  steal  away 
Among  the  trees  in  solitude, 

To  spend  the  l)right  half  holiday. 


250  SCHOOL      IS      OUT. 

To  study  nuture,  or  recline, 

And  meritorious  works  peruse, 
At  no  far  distant  day  may  shine, 

And  spread  about  exalted  vieAvs, 
And  honor  to  his  country  l)ring ; 

Or  that  rare  eloquence  display, 
That  made  the  words  of  Pkentiss  ^'^  ring 

From  Oregon  to  Quoddy  Bay. 

Dins:,  dons: !  dins',  dons; !  —  the  crier's  bell !  — 

"A  child  is  lost !  "  old  Buntin^'^  screams  ; 
The  dogs  are  barking  —  children  yell  — 

And  broken  loose  all  Bedlam  seems. 
Away  they  fly  —  the  noisy  brats  — 

Through  Back  Street,  by  the  Chapel  Church, 
Over  the  fields,  and  to  the  flats  — 

And  every  lane  and  yard  they  search. 

Town-crier  Buntin  !  —  good  old  soul ! 

Though  long  since  dead,  I  seem  to  hear, 
In  Irish  brogue,  the  Avords  that  roll 

From  out  his  lips.     Through  many  a  year, 
At  Fletcher's  ^"^  or  at  Gardner's  ^'^^  call, 

In  heat  and  cold  —  in  shine  and  storm  — 
From  Burnham's  Wharf '^^  to  Union  Hall,^^^ 

He  did  his  duty  well  perform. 

The  furrowed  cheek,  long  frosty  hair, 

And  stoopuig  form  again  I  see  — 
The  broad-brimmed  hat  lie  used  to  Avear, 

And  coat  that  buttoned  to  the  knee  — 
With  all  the  boys  Avho  gathered  round 

To  hear  the  old  man  ring  and  speak. 
That  bell !  —  list !  —  'tis  the  ver}-  sound  ; 

That  voice  !  —  I  know  its  solemn  squeak. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  251 

Ay,  he  is  gone.     The  winter's  snows 

For  many  a  year  have  lain  upon 
His  grave.     Spring  conies  antl  goes. 

Suns  rise  and  set.     The  children  run 
O'er  field  and  hill.     But  who,  alas  ! 

Think  of  the  generations  dead?  — 
The  multitudes  that  rise  and  pass, 

And  fall  like  leaves  in  autumn  shed? 

We're  passing  all.     Of  those  around 

Who  will  another  season  see  ? 
In  ten  years  will  a  score  be  found? 

Will  one  in  half  a  century  ? 
Aflecting  thought !  —  life's  but  a  dream, 

A  shadow  flitting  o'er  the  plain  ; 
To-day  inunortal  we  may  seem  — 

To-morrow  brings  the  funeral  train. 


'O 


For  the  great  future  may  we  live  — 

Our  actions  weigh,  our  motives  try. 
And  give  our  time  ....  our  talents  give 

To  bless  the  world  ....  that  Avhcn  Ave  lie 
Upon  the  couch  to  rise  no  more, 

The  peace  of  God  may  fill  the  breast. 
As  his  dear  hand  shall  lead  us  o'er 

The  stream  of  death  to  endless  rest. 

'Tis  thus  I  muse  when  school  is  done, 

And  on  your  happy  faces  gaze. 
And  picture  out  to  every  one 

His  destiny  in  coming  days. 
How  happy,  if  you  all  could  be 

Secure  from  folly,  vice  and  crime, 
With  all  your  future  life  as  fn-e 

From  sin  as  in  your  youthfid  prime. 


252  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

How  sweet  the  thou2;ht  —  this  little  ])ancl, 

Strong  pnnoplied  with  henvcnly  grace, 
Shall  heart  to  heart,  and  hand  to  hand, 

Press  onward  in  the  Christian  race  — 
Devoting  all  their  powers  of  mind 

To  raise  the  weak  —  the  outcast  bless  — 
And  leading  where  the  lost  may  find 

Pardon,  and  peace,  and  righteousness. 

Do  good  —  be  just  —  in  wisdom  grow, 

And  add  to  knowledge  day  by  day  — 
And  every  path  you  tread  below 

To  heaven  will  surely  lead  the  Avay. 
And  when  your  fathers  fall  asleep. 

The  thought  must  cheer  the  dying  bed. 
Their  children  will  their  virtues  keep, 

And  in  the  walks  of  wisdom  tread. 

Be  Faith  the  star  on  which  you  gaze  ; 

Let  Virtue  guide  and  Wisdom  shield, 
And  know  that  he  who  God  obevs. 

In  sharp  temptations  will  not  yield. 
His  grace,  sufficient  to  support. 

Will  be  your  comfort  and  your  joy  — 
Direct  you  to  his  heavenly  coin-t, 

And  to  the  angels'  sweet  employ. 

We  all  shall  meet,  dear  children,  when 

The  pains  and  cares  of  life  are  past, 
And  voice  is  hushed  and  dropped  the  pen, 

And  years  and  days  have  reached  their  last. 
We'll  meet  again  !     O,  may  we  each 

Act  well  his  part  for  God  and  truth, 
And  heaven's  rcs[)lendent  mansions  reach. 

To  flourish  in  immortal  youth. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  253 

WHILOM  I  sung  of  huppy  boys, 
Loud  shouting  when  the  school  was  out ; 
Waking  the  echoes  with  their  noise, 
And  scattering  sunshine  all  about. 
O'erfuU  of  life  I  turn  to  you, 

With  flashing  eyes  and  playful  curls, 
And  hold  the  future  up  to  view, 
Bright,  beautiful  and  happy  girls  I 

Joyous,  I  pra}^  may  l)e  your  lot. 

Sweet  chiklrcn,  when  these  golden  days 
Mid  other  scenes  shall  be  forgot ; 

O,  may  your  hearts,  attuned  to  praise, 
Look  forward  to  a  gk)rious  home  — 

A  home  of  j)urity  and  peace, 
Where  1)lessings  shadowed  here  become 

Realities  that  never  cease. 

So',  as  I  gaze  upon  your  forms. 

And  catch  the  sparkle  in  your  eyes, 
I  will  not  mar  —  predicting  storms  — 

The  sunny  brightness  of  your  skies. 
I  would  to  the  all-bounteous  God 

Pray  that  your  future  course  may  bo 
Li  paths  the  sainted  spirits  trod, 

That  guide  to  true  felicity. 

Yea,  as  I  look  upon  you  now, 

AVith  ])loasant  voices,  soft  and  sweet. 
See  playful  smiles  u[)on  your  l)row, 

Hear  the  liirht  tread  of  niml)le  feet ; 
I  In-ing  to  mind  the  good  and  great, 

"\^'ho  once  were  si)rightly,  young  and  gay, 
And  trust  like  lionors  may  await 

Each  one  at  no  far  distant  day. 


254  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  child  who  trembles  at  the  thoucrht 

Of  giving  puiu,  by  word  or  look  — 
"Whom  Christian  parents  early  tanght 

The  precepts  of  the  Sacred  Book — 
May  speak  in  Jesus'  honored  name 

In  city  walks  —  in  cot  and  hut  — 
And  save  from  sorrow  and  from  shame 

Hearts  long  from  love  and  kindness  shut. 

She  who  so  cheerfully  obej^s 

Her  parents'  kind  commands,  receives 
Her  grateful  teacher's  warmest  praise, 

And  ne'er  b}^  Avanton  action  grieves 
Her  little  mates  —  but  loves  them  all  — 

And  labors  to  be  good  and  kind, 
Will  into  few  temptations  fall, 

And  pleasant  friends  is  sure  to  find. 

And  Lucy,  darling  of  the  school. 

With  flowers  to  please  her  little  mates  — 
Than  her  own  self  less  beautiful  — 

May  open  wide  the  golden  gates 
Of  hope  and  joy,  before  the  sad  — 

That  poor  and  rich  alike  may  share 
Blessings  that  make  the  spirit  glad — 

Which  she  will  scatter  everywhere. 

The  studious  miss,  in  sober  mood, 

Upon  her  lessons  all  intent. 
May  be  like  Mary,  wise  and  good  — 

The  mother  of  a  President ; 
Or  Avith  her  voice  and  jien  may  turn 

Full  many  a  wanderer  to  the  cross, 
That  he  the  Lamb  of  God  discern. 

And  save  the  soul  from  future  loss. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  255 

111  her  whose  every  act  betrays 

A  Christian  zeal,  the  life  I  see 
Of  one  who  spent  her  youthful  days 

The  superstitious  mind  to  free — 
A  Newell, ^23  consecrating  all 

Of  life  she  held  most  dear,  to  save 
From  Error's  dark  delusive  thrall, 

Then  sinking  to  an  early  grave. 

Perhaps  that  sunny  brow  conceals 

A  spirit  angels  love  to  scan — 
A  heart  for  human  woe,  that  feels 

Alive  to  help  degenerate  man  ; 
Or  it  may  teach  the  pliant  mind 

111  wisdom's  ways  with  love  to  grow  — 
That  peace  to  feel  —  those  pleasures  find  — 

Which  from  a  life  of  virtue  flow. 

Graceful  in  all  thy  manners,  Nell, 

At  home,  abroad,  in  school,  at  play, 
It  needs  no  prophet-voice  to  tell 

The  honors  that  will  crowd  thy  way. 
If  life  bo  spared  thou  wilt  be  placed 

Among  the  worthies,  great  and  good, 
AVhosc  virtues,  linked  with  case  and  taste, 

Command  a  world-Avidc  gratitude. 

I  sec  in  one  whose  gentle  voice 

To  soothe  and  comfort  cannot  fail  — 
Who  in  kind  acts  her  time  employs  — 

The  spirit  of  a  Nightingale  ;  ^-^ 
While  in  the  child  who  listens  long 

To  music  floating  on  the  wind  — 
To  whom  each  zephyr  brings  a  song  — 

Lives  the  rare  frenius  of  a  Lixo.'*^* 


256  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Be  grieved  to  hear  a  word  unkind, 

O  tender  child,  I  know  thou  wilt ; 
The  broken  heart  be  quick  to  bind. 

And  save  the  conscience  from  its  guilt. 
AVhenc'er  the  wicked  passions  rise, 

The  mild  reproof,  thy  look  of  love, 
Will  be  like  soothing  melodies, 

All  angry  feeling  to  remove. 

Bright  active  girl,  with  heart  aglow 

To  every  pleasure  in  thy  reach, 
Thou  hast  not  seen  the  vales  of  woe, 

Nor  heard  the  sermons  Want  can  preach  ; 
But  when  the  future  shall  reveal 

Sad  scenes  of  sorrow  and  distress, 
Like  a  sweet  angel  thou  mayst  steal 

Beside  the  dying  couch  to  bless. 

Eliza,  with  a  temper  mild, 

A  heart  as  open  as  the  day, 
I  deem  thee  Virtue's  favored  child. 

And  angel  forms  will  guard  thy  way  ; 
Sweet  innocence  upon  thy  cheek, 

And  generous  love  within  thy  heart. 
To  all  thou  wilt  with  kindness  speak, 

And  cheering  counsel  oft  impart. 

Thou,  favored  one,  so  beautiful, 

And  fresh  as  summer's  earliest  flower ; 
Light  of  thy  home — joy  of  the  school  — 

The  life  of  evening's  tranquil  hour  — 
Mayst  point,  by  thy  example  pure, 

To  the  red  cross  on  Calvary's  side, 
And  make  the  eternal  welfare  sure 

Of  many  a  careless  son  of  pride. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  257 

The  child  who  loves  to  pray  and  shig, 

With  voice  so  rich  and  niusical, 
Makes  life  an  ever-blooraing  spring ; 

And  when  the  evening  cnrtains  fall, 
And  shadows  lengthen  from  the  east, 

Angels  will  round  her  dwelling  wait, 
And  when  her  mortal  life  has  ceased, 

They'll  bear  her  to  a  glorious  state. 

The  miss  whose  threadbare  dress  betrays 

The  poverty  her  parents  feel, 
Endeavors  in  a  dozen  ways 

Her  tattered  garments  to  conceal. 
They  are  observed  b}-  haughty  eyes. 

And  unkind  words  with  scorn  arc  said ; 
Young  inexperience  is  not  wise. 

And  pride,  sometimes,  is  illy  bred. 

Ah  !  who  can  tell  what  time  performs? 

The  cliild  of  poverty  may  rise 
Above  the  world's  severest  storms. 

And  stand  among  the  great  and  wise ; 
"While  she  who  treats  with  cold  contempt 

Mav  struijiile  for  the  l)reath  of  life, 
With  ills  of  which  she  never  dreamt  — 

Perhaps  may  be  a  drunkard's  .wife. 

And  thou  so  gentle,  quiet,  meek. 

Forgetful  of  thyself,  wilt  be 
The  strong  supporter  of  the  weak  — 

The  friend  of  nol)le  Charity. 
And  generations  yet  to  come 

May  speak  thy  name  with  tender  love  — 
A  talisman  to  heart  and  home  — 

To  lead  to  perfect  joys  above. 


258    .  SCHOOL    is    out. 

Favored  as  few  can  be,  my  child, 

With  rosy  lip  and  histrous  eye, 
A  generous  heart  and  temper  mild, 

And  face  as  sunny  as  the  sky  — 
I  see  thee  in  the  future  stand 

Beside  a  Hamlln^^®  or  a  Dwight,^" 
Unfolding  to  a  heathen  band 

The  blessed  Gospel's  glorious  light. 

And  thon,  Miss  Ellen,  first  to  note 

A  look  unkind,  or  word  severe  — 
And  studying  always  to  promote 

The  welfare  of  thy  mates  so  dear — . 
Maj^st  be  a  Lathrop,^^^  to  convey 

The  truth  to  many  a  darkened  mind ; 
Perhaps  the  noble  friend  of  Fay,^^^ 

The  gallant  soldier's  wounds  to  bind. 

Bright  Katie,  with  the  radiant  brow, 

In  virtue's  wa3's  so  early  schooled. 
May  yet  become  a  studious  IIowe^'"'  — 

Possess  the  talents  of  a  Gould. ^'^ 
Her  little  mate,  Avith  pleasing  form. 

And  modest  cheek  with  health  aglow, 
Mav  have  a  heart  devout  and  Avarm, 

With  all  the  fervency  of  Howe. '^^ 

Tripping  so  lightly  o'er  the  grass. 

With  voice  of  melody  that  rings  — 
Dear  May  !  thou  seemest,  as  1  pass, 

A  being  with  ethereal  Avings. 
Perhaps  when  other  suns  have  risen, 

Devoted  to  the  spread  of  truth. 
Thy  voice  will  cheer  some  gloomy  prison, 

And  bless  the  heart  of  age  and  youth. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  259 

Studious,  employing  precious  time 

lu  readino:  works  of  merit,  where 
The  mind  is  fed  on  truths  sublime, 

And  not  on  husks,  or  empty  air  — 
When  these  bright  sunny  days  are  passed, 

And  sober  womanhood  is  thine, 
Thou  wilt  a  circling  influence  cast. 

And  many  draw  to  Virtue's  shrine. 

The  child  so  fretful  and  so  pert, 

(How  few  like  her  I  wish  to  see  !) 
May  be  a  scold perhaps  a  flirt .... 

Whom  none  can  cherish  tenderly ; 
A  wretched  outcast  she  may  prove 

Her  parents'  anguish,  who  can  tell?  — 
Whose  heart  of  stone  no  love  can  move  — 

A  hateful  modern  Jezebel. 

Brought  up  in  Fashion's  giddy  maze. 

Fond  of  the  stage  and  midnight  dance, 
How  brief  may  be  thy  folly's  blaze  I 

How  sad  thy  soul's  inheritance  ! 
A  few  short  years  of  splendid  ease, 

To  dazzle  on  an  inch  of  time ; 
Starched  rules  observed  ;  no  heart  to  please  ; 

Life  ends  that  mis^ht  liavc  been  sublime. 


o 


With  homespun  gown  and  brown  calash. 

But  neat  in  her  apparel,  Jane 
Will  ne'er  her  loving  friends  abash. 

Or  cause  the  heart  a  moment's  pain. 
Her  great  ambition  is  to  be 

Faithful,  and  honest,  and  sincere ; 
That  pride,  and  hate,  and  jealousy, 

May  never  in  her  life  appear. 


260  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  child,  with  Ijright  carnation  cheek, 

So  gently  brushing  oiY  the  clew, 
May  cheer  the  sad  and  raise  the  weak, 

And  nameless  acts  of  kindness  do  — 
To  huts  and  dungeons  fly  to  bless, 

And  wake  to  Icjvc  and  rouse  to  hope. 
And  lead  in  paths  of  righteousness 

The  thousands  who  in  darkness  grope. 

And  she  who  speaks  in  gentle  tones 

To  check  extravagance  in  dress. 
And  every  hasty  word  bemoans 

Her  mates  so  heedlessly  express  — 
May  teach  a  poor  unlettered  race 

In  humble  praj'cr  to  bow  the  knee. 
Or  till  in  coming  years  the  place 

Vacated  by  a  Sigourney."^^ 

Sweet  Mary,  with  the  laughing  eye, 

And  Sarah,  with  the  auburn  hair  — 
May  you  not,  like  the  sisters  FiiY,^^* 

The  suftcrings  of  the  poor  to  share, 
Visit  the  dark  and  cheerless  hut. 

And  press  the  brow  and  kindly  speak 
To  scores,  from  life's  sweet  blessings  shut. 

Haggard  and  pale — from  suffering  weak? 

Who  speaks  no  ill  —  who  tells  no  tales 

Of  her  young  friends  —  in  school  or  out ; 
But  labors  with  them,  and  prevails 

In  checking  lies  that  fly  about  — 
Will,  as  she  older  grows,  secure 

The  approbation  and  the  love 
Of  all  the  good  —  and  I  am  sure 

Her  name  will  brightly  shine  above. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  261 

Thou  who  with  whining  loveliness 

Hast  gathered  friends  about  thy  heart, 
Who  linger  in  thy  ways  to  bless, 

And  benedictive  prayers  impart  — 
O,  Avilt  thou  thus  as  lovely  prove 

When  cares  increase  and  youth  is  fled  ? 
Wilt  thou  around  as  graceful  move. 

And  be  as  warmly  cherished  ? 

Will  rich  anil  poor  alike  bestow 

Their  blessings  on  thee  ?     Will  they  be 
As  ready  their  esteem  to  show, 

From  servile  pride  and  flattery  free  ? 
If  in  thy  heart  the  graces  reign. 

And  love  divine  has  made  thee  blest. 
Thy  friends  Avill  be  a  numerous  train. 

And  Christ  himself  will  be  thy  guest. 

And  thee,  O  generous  to  a  fault, 

Kind  every  day  and  more  than  kind, 
Too  highly  1  cannot  exalt. 

When  in  the  group  but  few  I  find 
With  heart  as  true,  devout  and  just ; 

With  no  deceit  in  voice  or  eye ; 
Shall  I  compare  thee?  —  yes,  I  must  — 

To  her  who  saw  the  Saviour  die  ? 

Elizabeth,  so  sharp  and  bright, 

AVith  genial  smiles  and  glowing  cheek, 
Who  always  sees  a  ray  of  light 

From  every  cloud  of  sorrow  streak  ; 
Who  loves  her  friends  most  tenderly. 

And  draws  them  to  her  warm  embrace, 
A  Christian  pattern  yet  may  be, 

With  all  the  kindness  of  a  Ckace.''^" 


262  SCHOOL     IS       OUT. 

And  she  who  plucks  the  earliest  flowers, 

Who  carols  with  the  birds  of  song, 
And  looks  deliiyhted  at  the  showers 

That  beat  their  music  all  along 
The  mountain's  base  —  the  valley's  ffreen  — 

To  please  and  bless  will  never  fail ; 
A  happy  youth  —  a  life  serene  ; 

Will  be  an  Oakes  Sjiith^^^  or  a  H.vle.'^^ 

So  full  of  frolic  and  of  fun  — 

Light-hearted,  buoyant,  gay  —  dear  child, 
I  love  to  see  thee  graceful  run 

With  all  life's  freedom  —  ardent,  wild  ; 
No  cloud  contracts  thy  brow ;  no  care 

Has  shut  the  sunshine  from  thy  breast ; 
No  grief  is  mingled  with  the  prayer, 

When  sinking  to  thy  peaceful  rest. 

The  future  be  as  bright,  I  pray, 

With  friends  devoted  and  sincere. 
To  gather  round  thee  day  by  day. 

As  one  they  love  and  cherish  —  dear 
As  their  own  selves.     And  when  at  last 

The  shadows  fall  and  suns  decline, 
Mayst  thou  heaven's  glories  antepast, 

Encircled  by  a  light  divine. 

Pleased  with  the  golden  flower  she  holds 

Beneath  her  playmate's  dimpled  chin  — 
The  timid  bird  slie  fondl}^  folds 

Upon  her  bosom,  Catherine, 
So  kind  and  gentle,  will  become 

The  favorite  wheresoe'cr  she  goes  : 
The  chosen  guide  ....  the  light  of  home  .... 

A  radiance  all  around  she  throws. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  263 

No  friend  will  look  to  her  in  vain, 

With  tears  of  sorrow  triclvling  clown  ; 
To  soothe  the  sadness,  ease  the  pain, 

With  golden  words  the  acts  to  crown, 
Will  be  her  mission  day  by  day. 

Guided  by  wisdom,  faith  and  love  ; 
So  thousands  she  Avill  show  the  Avay 

From  darkness  here  to  light  above. 

Belle,  with  a  fine  poetic  taste. 

Converses  with  the  birds  and  flowers  — 
Or  gayly  skips  o'er  wold  and  waste. 

To  catch  the  grateful,  sunny  showers. 
There's  music  in  the  rivulet, 

And  beauty  in  the  glittering  sand  — 
And  when  the  mount  and  cloud  have  met, 

A  scene  magnificeutly  grand. 

She'll  watch  the  sun  creep  up  the  trees. 

Among  the  twinkling  leaves  at  play, 
And  listen  to  the  evening  breeze 

That  sighs  the  jileasant  hours  away. 
All  nature  has  a  charm  for  her. 

And  every  hour  its  rare  delight ; 
She  will  the  open  sky  prefer 

To  halls  of  Fashion,  dazzling  l)right. 

Proud,  haughty  miss  !  —  I  cannot  bear 

To  sec  that  scornful  look  of  thine  — 
That  silly,  self-iniixjrtant  air  — 

As  if  some  being  half  divine 
Was  thy  progenitor.     Look  back, 

I  pray,  a  score  or  two  of  years. 
When  thy  forefather  drove  a  hack. 

And  dwelt  in  poverty  and  tears  — 


264  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

And  thy  granclmothcr  felt  no  shame 

In  standing  by  the  spinning-jenny, 
In  homespun  dress,  when  neighbors  came, 

That  she  might  earn  an  honest  penny  ; 
Look  back,  I  pray,  and  check  thy  pride, 

And  let  thy  actions  henceforth  prove 
That  grace  shall  in  thy  heart  abide. 

And  change  thy  haughtiness  to  love. 

The  little  miss,  who  sometimes  tells 

Of  things  Avhich  never  should  be  told, 
And  frequently  a  story  swells 

Till  it  increases  twentyfold, 
Must  have  a  care,  or  she  will  make 

Mischief  among  her  gentle  mates, 
And  many  a  pleasant  friendship  break  : 

A  tattlino;  ton«:ue  ill-will  creates. 

O,  who  can  tell  the  injury  done  — 

The  sorrow  and  distress  produced  — 
By  some  mistaken,  thoughtless  one, 

Where  confidence  has  been  abused? 
So  guard  against  a  telltale  lip, 

And  never  idle  words  repeat. 
Lest  you  allow  your  tongue  to  slip, 

And  poison  life  that  else  were  sweet. 

A  look  of  scorn  —  an  evil  eye  — 

Which  in  that  little  child  I  see. 
Make  me  desire  to  pass  her  by 

For  sunny-faced  humility. 
What  will  she  1)0,  when  future  suns 

Tlieir  evening  shadows  round  her  cast? 
Like  tlie  unsheltered  liomeless  ones. 

Contending  with  the  ruthless  blast? 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  265 

Will  not  the  early  friends  forsake 

One  who  is  helpless  and  forlorn  ? 
While  she,  as  if  her  heart  would  break, 

Laments  the  day  that  she  was  born  ? 
'Tis  pride  best  friends  will  alienate. 

While  words  of  love  and  kindness  gain 
Respect  from  all  the  good  and  great, 

And  make  the  heart  of  youth  remain. 

O  smother,  if  you  feel  a  flame 

Of  haughty  pride.     Remember 'tis 
The  bane  of  ])Gace,  and  brings  to  shame, 

And  is  a  foe  to  real  bliss. 
Wide,  wide  extend  an  influence  kind, 

And  with  the  lowliest  sympathize. 
And  friends  yon  will  be  sure  to  And, 

Judicious,  faitliful,  generous,  wise. 

Miss  Ann,  so  careful  Avhen  to  speak. 

If  once  should  err  an  absent  friend  — 
Who  will  Avith  words  of  kindness  seek 

To  palliate  or  to  defend  — 
May  rise  with  an  exalted  grace. 

And  the  respect  and  love  secure 
Of  nol)le  souls,  in  every  place, 

And  be  a  Pkentiss^''^  or  a  More.^^* 

While  she  who  strives  to  magnify. 

And  make  a  trifling  fault  appear 
An  awful  crime,  will  sometimes  lie, 

And  bring  contempt  and  pain  severe 
To  many  a  kind,  conflding  heart  — 

And  make  herself  a  hateful  thing, 
Whom  none  can  love  —  from  whom  all  start 

As  from  a  serpent's  fatal  sting. 


2QQ  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  child  who  never  knew  the  care 

Of  a  kind  niotlicr's  watchful  love  — 
But  led  by  faith  to  fold  in  prayer 

Her  upraised  hands,  and  seek  above 
The  favors  God  alone  bestows  — 

Now  cast  aside  by  wealth  and  rank, 
And  slighted  or  despised  by  those 

Who  never  felt  the  Lord  to  thank 

For  all  the  blessings  they  receive  — 

May  yet  in  early  life  become 
The  village  favorite,  and  weave 

A  fadeless  cliaplet  round  a  home 
Made  ever  cheerful,  warm  and  bright. 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  time  • 
At  last  to  stand  enrol)ed  with  light. 

Among  the  saints  in  joys  sublime. 

Ah  !  radiant  with  a  heavenly  glow, 

And  step  as  buoj'ant  as  the  air, 
Thy  happy  spirit  ne'er  will  know 

The  burden  of  a  selfish  prayer. 
Sweet  child  of  hope  !  how  dear  to  thee 

The  kind  attention  of  thy  mates  ! 
And  every  pleasant  look  will  l)e 

A  joy  thy  bounding  heart  elates  ! 

O,  many  a  future  day  will  bring 

Exceeding  peace  to  weary  hearts, 
Who  from  life's  burdens  rise  and  sing 

The  strength  thy  sympathy  imparts. 
Around  thy  home  good  angels  dwell, 

And  on  thy  daily  steps  attend  ; 
How  sweet  tlie  cjratcful  notes  that  swell. 

And  with  thy  songs  of  gladness  blend  I 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  267 

Louise,  by  long  indulgence  taught 

To  pertly  speak,  and  forward  press 
In  crowded  halls whose  cherished  thought, 

In  gay  and  costly  garb  to  dress, 
Engrosses  half  her  time  —  may  be. 

When  she  becomes  a  woman  grown, 
Proud,  foolish  Fashion's  devotee, 

To  be  despised  where'er  she's  known. 

Her  mother,  fostering  in  her  breast 

Desire  to  make  a  rare  display, 
Knows  not  that  she  invites  a  guest 

To  torture  at  some  future  day  — 
And  so  she  every  care  bestows. 

To  make  her  saucy,  pert  and  proud ; 
In  church  or  hall  —  where'er  she  goes  — 

The  child's  displayed  amid  the  crowd. 

Young  Bess,  who  every  moment  steals 

To  read  the  flashy  novelette. 
And  mostly  loves  the  tale  that  deals 

With  personages  never  met ; 
Couched  in  high-sounding,  bombast  style. 

As  senseless  as  the  idiot's  brain, 
And  weak  and  silly  as  'tis  vile  — 

Will  ne'er  to  woman's  rank  attain. 

It  dwarfs  the  intellectual  powers 

To  feed  upon  the  nauseous  stuff, 
That  sickens  all  the  summer  hours. 

O,  shall  we  never  have  enough 
Of  bloody  conflicts  —  hellish  plots  — 

Indecent  j)ictures  —  putrid  sheets  — 
To  homes  of  virtue  fearful  blots  — 

Forever  hawked  about  our  streets? 


268  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Obedient  to  her  teacher's  word, 

'Tis  daily  Sue's  delight  to  please  .... 
Her  voice,  in  anger  never  heard, 

Is  full  of  sweetest  melodies. 
So  she  is  happy,  and  she  makes 

Sunshine  and  love  where'er  she  goes ; 
Her  heart  the  song  of  gladness  wakes, 

And  with  exuberant  joy  o'erflows. 

If  e'er  a  little  playmate  grieves 

O'er  trifling  loss,  to  her  severe, 
Her  social  friends  she  quickly  leaves, 

To  drop  the  sympathetic  tear. 
She  speaks  in  love  and  tenderness, 

And  half  the  sorrowing  l)urden  bears  ; 
Her  ano-el  heart  is  sure  to  bless  — 

And  then  —  O  what  a  joy  is  theirs  ! 

And  here  comes  Jane,  as  SAvcet  a  child 

As  I  have  found  amid  the  throng ; 
The  brioht  blue  skies  have  never  smiled 

On  one  more  artless  —  and  her  song, 
Rich  as  a  bird's,  melts  on  the  car 

AVith  a  delicious,  heavenly  strain; 
For  her  there  is  a  bright  career  — 

Perhaps  a  life  without  a  stain. 

How  freely  she- reciprocates 

The  kind  attentions  of  her  friends  ! 
To  chauije  to  love  the  hcai't  that  hates, 

O,  many  a  weary  hour  she  spends ! 
To  be  aftcctionate  and  kind 

To  all  around  her  seems  to  bo 
The  sum  of  life.     In  her  all  lind 

llcligion  a  reality. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  269 

"I  pity  him  !  "  bright  Sarah  spoke, 

As  passed  a  lame  child  poorly  clad  ; 
Not  grudgingly  her  purse-strings  broke  ; 

Siie  gave  a  dime  —  'twas  all  she  had  — 
And  then  she  tripped  rejoicing  on 

To  join  her  pleasant  friends  and  play  ; 
She  looked  behind the  lad  was  gone  .... 

But  she  was  happy  all  the  day. 

A  fairy  child  !  —  where  suffering, 

And  poverty,  and  sorrow  meet, 
She  flies  as  on  a  seraph's  wing, 

The  poor  and  friendless  ones  to  greet. 
Favored  of  Heaven  !  O  couldst  thou  know 

The  pleasure  thy  sweet  pVesencc  gives, 
In  squalid  huts  —  in  vales  of  woe  — 

Where  many  a  suffering  outcast  lives  — 

For  very  joy  thy  heart  would  bound, 

And  daily  on  its  mission  start, 
"Where  sorrow  dwells,  and  crime  is  found, 

And  every  grace  with  love  impart. 
Touched  with  the  spirit  of  thy  Lord, 

Homes  darkened  ))y  disease  or  sin 
Will  be  to  light  and  heahh  restored. 

Blest  with  content  and  peace  Avithin. 

Fettered  in  thought  and  limb,  the  slave 

Will  leap  rejoicing  Avhen  he  hears 
The  earnest  voice,  that  pleads  to  save. 

Fall  on  his  quick  attentive  ears. 
And  daily  to  his  task  will  go 

AVith  strengthened  hope,  that  soon  will  cease 
The  tyrants'  power  —  when  all  shall  know 

The  joys  of  freedom,  home  and  peace. 


270  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Thj  name  among  the  favored  few 

In  glory  luminous  will  stand, 
Recorded  with  the  just  and  true 

Of  every  tribe  —  from  every  land  — 
"When  God  shall  summon  to  the  skies, 

And  man's  eternal  state  shall  iix  ;  — 
It  will  be  read  with  glad  surprise 

Beside  a  Thomas^*"  and  a  Dix.^" 

Fault-finding  miss,  who  cannot  see 

Aught  in  a  schoolmate  to  approve, 
But  steps  aside  contemptuously 

From  the  sincere  and  tender  love 
In  pleasant  children  manifest. 

And  the  defects  of  nature  sees, 
To  fill  with  pain  the  happy  breast. 

And  never  speaks  a  word  to  please  — 

Who  with  suspicious  feelings  turns 

Away  from  goodness  smiling  roimd. 
While  hatred  in  her  bosom  burns. 

And  all  disturbing  thouc^hts  are  found  — 
Will  in  the  future,  unless  checked 

By  Christian  nurture,  stand  aside, 
With  all  her  golden  prospects  wrecked  — 

A  prey  to  grief ....  the  scorn  of  pride  — 

Perhaps  with  bold  demeanor  she 

Before  a  noisy  audience. 
Exalting  infidelity. 

May  laud  the  man  of  "Common  Sense," 
Who  lived  to  propagate  a  lie. 

And  died  degraded  to  the  brutes  ; 
Whose  ribald  works  of  blasphemy 

Are  but  of  vice  the  bitter  fruits. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  271 

Exponent  of  the  principles 

Of  women  lost  to  pride  and  shame  — 
Whose  homes  are  made  like  little  hells, 

Where  rattling  tongues  and  looks  inflame 
The  baser  passions  —  headstrong,  wild  — 

She  may  destroy  the  peace  of  scores, 
And  lead  to  ruin  many  a  child, 

And  close  forever  Mercy's  doors. 

What  is  the  gain  when  virtue's  lost? 

Once  happy  homes  made  desolate  ? 
And  on  a  treacherous  ocean  tost, 

All  look  for  help  to  blinded  Fate? 
And  what  security  at  last, 

That  peace  will  shield  the  soul  distressed? 
When  meek  Keligion,  basely  cast. 

Flies  from  the  ao:onizin<?  breast? 


Ah  !  they  who  clog  the  immortal  mind, 

That  would  the  grace  of  God  adore  — 
With  dire  chimeras  strive  to  find 

AVhat  will  primeval  bliss  restore  — 
Who  loud  and  wide  eternal  rinij 

Their  mystic  follies  through  the  land, 
And  poison  every  healthful  s[)ring 

That  gushes  up  by  Heaven's  command  — 

To  mankind  prov'c  the  greatest  evils 

That  ever  cursed  this  world  of  ours  : 
The  eftbrts  of  a  thousand  devils, 

Put  forth  with  base  malignant  powers, 
Would  human  nature  loss  degrade. 

And  far  less  misery  produce, 
Than  vice  upheld  by  woman's  aid. 

From  bitter  tongues  in  wrath  let  loose. 


272  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Of  her  who  loves  the  Bible  well, 

And  reads  its  pages  o'er  and  o'er, 
1  have  no  fears.     She  Avill  not  tell 

A  tale  untrue,  or  speak  before 
She  well  considers  in  her  heart 

The  language  of  her  lips.  She'll  ne'er 
From  strict  propriety  depart, 

Or  stop  a  slanderous  word  to  hear. 

The  truth,  and  that  alone,  she'll  prize, 

And  every  evil  course  abhor  ; 
She  deems  those  only  good  and  Avise 

Who  virtue  love,  and  labor  for 
The  weal  of  others  —  and  who  make 

Of  wealth  and  ease  a  sacrifice, 
The  ignorant  and  the  lost  to  take. 

And  lead  them  onward  to  the  skies. 

Her  way  Avill  be  a  track  of  light. 

While  angel  l^ands  hor  steps  attend  ; 
Above  her  path  a  halo  bright 

And  beautiful  will  softly  liend  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river  full  and  free. 

Sweet  peace  will  in  her  bosom  flow. 
And  all  around  her  steps  will  be 

liare  flowers  that  in  luxuriance  grow. 

But  she  Avho  turns  a  listless  ear 

To  Truth's  instructive  voice,  and  stops 
The  idle,  gossip-tale  to  hear, 

That  from  the  tongue  of  slander  drops, 
Will  make  her  path  a  thorny  maze  ; 

No  cheerful  light  will  chase  its  gloom  ; 
No  friendly  voice  Avill  si)cak  in  praise 

As  weary  years  her  strength  consume. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  273 

Kind  little  ]\ray,  who  saves  each  crumb 

To  feed  the  fe;.'thercd  tribe  around  — 
And  cares  for  all  the  creatures  dumb, 

AVherever  hungry  they  are  found  — 
Who  pities,  in  their  pains  and  fears, 

All  in  her  daily  walks  she  meets, 
And  kindh^  wipes  away  the  tears 

Of  ragged  children  in  the  streets  — 

Who  visits  orphans,  and  who  gives, 

If  nothing  more,  a  pitying  kiss  — 
And  when  she  can,  the  pain  relieves 

Of  all  in  sorrow's  dark  abyss  — 
Will  erelong  be  a  brilliant  star, 

To  lighten  earth's  dull,  devious  maze, 
And  bring  the  Avrctched  from  afar. 

To  feel  God's  love  and  sing  his  praise. 

She'll  sit  with  sorrow,  and  remove 

Each  heavv  burden  from  the  breast. 
And  to  the  faint  and  dying  prove 

A  jjentle,  kind  and  heavcnlv  2:uest. 
Unwearied  in  her  efforts,  she'll 

The  poor  befriend  —  a  charm  bestow  — 
And  like  a  IIussey^*-  or  a  Neal,='*^ 

Kelieve  distress  and  succor  woe. 

Fair  Belle,  with  arms  brimful  of  flowers, 

Is  rambling  o'er  the  helds  awa}^ ; 
She  loves  to  revel  with  the  hours, 

Beneath  the  mellow  skies  of  jVIay. 
She  knows  how  sweet  the  smile  Avill  be 

When  to  her  teacher  she  presents 
Her  gift  of  love.     In  her  I  sec 

A  Skwall,^*  Woolsox,^*'*  or  Le  ITextz.^^'' 
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274  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

There  is  no  o-loomy  skv  to  tlice, 

O  brtppy  Kll;i  •  full  of  fun  ; 
Be3'ond  the  clouds  thy  bright  eyes  see 

The  splendors  of  a  rising  sun. 
From  every  brow  a  glory  beams  — 

From  every  heart  joy  gushes  out  — 
And  cA'crN'thing  with  beauty  teems, 

Above,  beh)\v,  and  all  about. 

Who  fears  to  tell  what  may  be  true 

Lest  unawares  she  should  deceive, 
Will  be  among  the  cherished  few 

Who  o'er  life's  daily  gossip  grieve. 
The  real  truth  she  waits  to  know 

Before  a  single  word  is  spoken  ; 
To  think  an  evil  she  is  slow, 

And  saves  a  heart  that  else  were  broken. 

She  ne'er  repeats  an  idle  tale. 

Nor  listens  to  a  coarse  remark  ; 
O'er  sins  and  foibles  throws  a  vail, 

And  hides  bad  actions  in  the  dark. 
If  a  suspicion  is  expressed. 

That  one  is  not  as  she  should  be, 
The  thought  is  smothered  in  the  breast, 

AVith  fervent  prayer — "Lord,  keep  thou  me." 

She  does  not  criticise  the  dress 

An  orphan  child  is  forced  to  wear  — 
Nor  loves  a  gentle  schoolmate  less 

AVith  iVccklcd  face  and  sandy  hair. 
In  her  apparel  she  is  plain  — 

She  has  no  wish  to  make  a  sliow, 
Or  ])ut  the  humble  poor  in  ])ain, 

Who  wealth  and  comfort  nnist  forego. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  275 

She  never  slights  a  friend  she  meets, 

However  awkward  she  may  be  — 
But  with  a  pleasant  smile  she  greets, 

And  speaks  most  kind  and  lovingly. 
Her  words  are  not  on  frozen  lips, 

That  from  a  selfish  bosom  flow  — 
But  with  a  genial  spirit  tips 

All  that  it  warms  with  golden  glow. 

How  many  hearts  her  life  will  cheer, 

By  throwing  gladness  in  the  breast ! 
What  glorious  songs  will  strike  the  ear  ! 

What  sweet  emotions  nnex[)ressed  ! 
Where'er  she  smiles  the  clouds  will  rise ; 

Her  presence  is  the  dawn  of  Ijliss  ; 
The  joys  that  sparkle  in  her  eyes 

The  frigid  forms  of  life  dismiss. 

The  sin  of  pride  is  manifest, 

Whate'er  she  does,  in  haughty  Jane, 
And  if  you  Avould  her  feelings  test. 

Call  her  fine  satin  mous-de-laine. 
You'll  see  the  flash  of  her  dark  eye, 

And  hear,  perhaps,  her  nimble  tongue. 
And  scornfully  she'll  pass  30U  by, 

As  if  her  conscience  had  been  stuns:. 


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She  will  not  condescend  to  speak 

To  humble  girls,  unless,  maybe 
Some  informati(ni  she  Avould  seek 

Beyond  her  own  ability. 
And  so  her  friends  are  few  indeed — • 

For  all  dislike  her  foolishness  ; 
But  will  not  pride  in  future  breed 

A  world  of  sorrow  and  distress? 


276  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Bright,  prosperous  days  iiiuy  bring  a  night 

Of  terror  and  Cimmerian  gloom  ; 
The  pleasures  that  to-day  delight, 

May  ugly  shapes  of  ill  assume. 
Our  friends  may  ijcrish  at  our  side, 

And  riches  Hy  on  eagle  Avings ; 
The  owl  may  hoot  —  the  bat  abide  — 

Where  now  the  bird  of  beauty  sings. 

When  all  are  ""one  we  loved  so  Avell, 

O,  fearful  will  our  sorrow  be  ! 
And  none  but  breaking  hearts  can  tell 

The  depth  of  human  misery. 
One  look  of  love  —  one  gentle  voice  — 

So  slighted  in  our  prosperous  years, 
Would  now  the  saddened  soul  rejoice, 

And  stay  a  flood  of  bitter  tears. 

Let  pride,  self-will  and  arrogance 

Be  strangers  to  the  happy  breast. 
As  o'er  the  fields  you  gayly  dance, 

By  gentle,  sunny  whids  caressed. 
Be  mild  and  pleasant,  meek  and  kind, 

Sincere  and  faithful,  true  and  just. 
And  noble  friends  you'll  surely  find, 

Whom  you  can  cherish,  love  and  trust. 

And  glorious  will  your  i)athway  be, 

AVhere'er  your  favcn-ed  lot  is  cast  — 
From  all  those  earthboru  passions  free. 

Which  bring  remorse  and  death  at  last. 
Beloved  and  cherislu'd,  joys  will  spring 

Amid  life's  hallowed,  green  retreats, 
Till  all  the  bells  of  heaven  shall  ring 

Your  welcome  through  its  golden  streets. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  277 

My  little  miss,  don't  pout  and  fret 

Because  it  is  a  rainy  day, 
And  in  a  foolish  passion  get  — 

Prevented  from  your  favorite  play. 
The  rain  is  needed.     Soon  tiie  sky, 

Bright  as  it  was  on  yester  eve, 
Will  glow  Avith  golden  brilliancy  — 

The  rain  a  bow  of  beauty  weave. 

If  tasks  at  school  severe  should  prove, 

Don't  scokl,  but  study  yet  the  more  ; 
'Tis  perseverance  makes  us  love 

What  we  so  much  disliked  before. 
Take  just  what  comes,  and  do  your  best, 

Without  a  nuu'niur  or  complaint. 
And  leave  to  Providence  the  rest, 

And  you  may  prove  a  real  saint. 

Young  Bess  Avill  ol't  in  anger  speak, 

And  grieve  her  friends  and  give  them  pain. 
When  they  are  kind,  and  daily  seek 

To  please  her,  and  her  love  to  gain. 
Reprove  her,  and  a  sulk}'  fit 

Is  the  result and  schoolmates  say 

She  will  alone  in  silence  sit, 

And  not  look  up  for  half  a  day. 

O  foolish  child  !  Avhnt  would  you  do 

it" your  kind  friends  should  be  removed, 
And  leave  you  wretched  to  pursue 

Your  evil  coiu'ses  unreproved? 
Resolve  you  never  will  a  spark 

Of  wicked  temper  manifest, 
Or  ever  make  one  cross  remark, 

That  will  disturb  the  gentle  breast. 


278  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

O,  cease  to  murmur,  fret  or  scold, 

And  silence  that  unruly  tongue  ; 
Friends  do  not  wish  each  trifle  told, 

And  dail'/  throuo;li  the  vilhige  runor. 
A  love  to  gossip  —  speaking  nought 

To  comfort,  please,  or  edify, 
Will  make  your  company  unsought. 

And  all  the  good  will  pass  you  by. 

A  voice  like  yours,  so  full  and  strong, 

Well  cultured  and  with  taste  displayed, 
If  tuned  to  melody  and  song, 

Will  all  the  social  passions  aid  : 
The  burden  lift  of  pain  and  woe. 

While  youth  and  age  delighted  hear, 
So  charmingly  would  numbers  flow. 

And  melt  upon  the  ravished  ear. 

Instead,  vou  utter  words  unkind  — 

Are  so  ill-natured,  prude  and  set  — 
In  lieu  of  loving  hearts  you  find 

Indifference  and  hate  you  get. 
The  good,  the  generous  turn  away. 

Sometimes  with  feelings  of  disgust. 
And  scarcely  notice  Avhat  you  say. 

And  quickly  pass  —  they  feel  they  must. 

Think,  child  of  talents  rich  and  rare. 

How  great  a  blessing  you  may  prove  ; 
A  thousand  lips  to  grateful  prayer 

You  have  within  the  power  to  move. 
O  pour  that  voice  in  noble  song, 

And  thus  to  love  and  heaven  allure  ; 
'Twill  make  the  rich  in  virtue  strong  — 

'Twill  elevate  and  bless  the  poor. 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  279 

Ay,  that  is  right;  be  kind,  my  child, 

To  the  poor  orphan  girl,  on  Avhom 
No  tender  parent  ever  smiled. 

To  bless  her  life's  sweet  opening  bloom. 
She  never  felt  a  father's  love, 

Nor  a  dear  mother's  fond  caress  ; 
No  brother's  care  a  shield  will  prove. 

When  strong  temptations  round  her  press. 

No  sister,  hand  in  hers,  will  trip 

Beneath  the  trees  —  among  the  fioAvers  — 
To  hold  her  when  her  feet  would  slip, 

Or  guard  her  in  the  darksome  hours. 
No  eye  wmU  moisten  when  she  feels 

That  sorrow  every  sto[)  attends, 
Or  when  an  envious  schoolmate  steals 

The  confidence  of  tender  friends. 

God  bless  you,  dear  !     I  know  you  Avill 

Be  gracious  to  the  needy  child  — 
Exert  for  her  your  utmost  skill 

AVhen  all  before  looks  dark  and  w'ild  — 
To  guide  her  in  the  paths  of  peace, 

Where  fl()W(>rs  spring  u[)  and  streams  rejoice, 
With  golden  birds  that  never  cease 

To  pour  aloud  their  music-voice. 

God  bless  3'ou,  and  his  grace  bestow 

Where'er  your  future  steps  may  lead  ; 
There'll  be  no  grief — no  vales  of  woe  — 

No  hopes  to  crush  —  no  hearts  to  bleed  — 
Where'er  your  sunny  face  is  found  ; 

But  all  i)rove  joyous,  sweet  and  ga}^ 
With  every  needful  l)lessing  crowned. 

As  happy  moments  glide  away. 


280  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

O,  what  a  glorious  life  is  yours  ! 

A  Father's  smile  !  and  skies  serene  ! 
And  all  the  bliss  that  voutli  secures, 

AVhere  all  the  heavenly  virtues  lean  ! 
Methinks  the  angels  leave  the  skies 

With  3{)u  to  labor  and  rejoice  — 
To  give  their  ])rightncss  to  your  eyes  — 

Their  Avondrous  music  to  your  voice  ; 

To  Avhisper  in  your  gentle  breast 

Of  an  inheritance  above, 
"VYhero  all  the  kind  and  faithful  rest, 

And  live  in  peace  and  perfect  love  — 
Who  here  in  generous  acts  display 

Angelic  natures  to  the  sad, 
And  help  the  orphans  on  their  way. 

And  make  the  heart  of  sorrow  glad. 

The  child  forever  romping  round. 

Must  have  a  care,  or  she  will  be 
Among  those  silly  creatures  found 

Shut  from  the  best  societv. 
To  spend  her  life  in  a  wild  chase 

Of  pleasure,  and  in  vain  pretence  — 
To  end  at  last  in  sad  disgrace, 

Empty  of  peace  and  moral  sense. 

And  she  who  looks  with  pride  and  scoru 

Upon  a  modest,  studious  miss, 
Because  of  huml)le  parents  born  — 

x\nd  speaks  Avith  extra  emphasis 
Of  ill-bred,  mean  and  vulgar  girls. 

When  children  coarsely  clad  appear, 
And  Avith  disdain  her  lip  she  curls. 

And  passes  virtue  with  a  sneer  — 


SCHOOL      IS      OUT.  281 

May  ill  the  future  see  the  day 

When  far  above  her  they  will  rise, 
With  servants  ready  to  obey, 

AVith  eager  hands  and  watchful  eyes  ; 
And  then  how  sad  her  thoughts  will  be, 

As  she  reflects  upon  the  past ;  — 
She'll  M'ish  a  thousand  times  that  she 

Had  ne'er  unkind  reflections  cast. 

Perhaps  she  may  be  glad  to  ask 

Favors  from  her  she  slighted  once, 
Since  she  has  dotfed  the  scorner's  mask. 

And  ceased  to  be  a  thoughtless  dunce. 
Perhaps  to  catch  a  smile  will  wait, 

A  menial  shiverinii"  iit  her  side. 
Or- linger  at  an  outer  gate, 

To  see  a  noble  lady  ride. 

Reverses  such  as  these  have  been, 

And  surely  they  may  be  again  — 
And  mental  sorrow,  alwa^^s  keen, 

Comes  more  distressful  to  the  vain. 
So  never  slight  the  humble  poor. 

Nor  treat  the  ignorant  with  contempt. 
Lest  you  the  pangs  of  want  endure, 

Among  the  vicious  and  unkempt. 

If  pride  is  lurking  in  tiie  l)reast, 

And  you  arc  tempted  to  distia-I) 
The  peaceful  life  of  friend  or  guest, 

At  once  the  hateful  passion  curb. 
And  be  not  guilty  of  it  sin 

That  will  the  peace  of  mind  destroy 
Of  one  who  but  for  you  had  been 

Upon  the  topmost  round  of  joy. 


282  SCHOOL     IS       OUT. 

Attractive,  quiet,  pleasant,  kind, 

And  always  ready  to  assist, 
Whenever  service  she  can  find, 

Soon  as  the  scholars  are  dismissed, 
Nell  hastens  home,  or  on  the  way 

Stops  at  some  humble  Avidow's  cot, 
Where  she  a  pleasant  word  can  say, 

And  sweetly  cheer  her  lonely  lot. 

She's  not  ashamed  to  work  whene'er 

She  feels  her  mother  needs  her  aid, 
And  in  a  homespun  dress  appear ; 

Nor  is  she  terribly  afraid 
To  soil  her  hands  a])out  the  sink, 

Or  brush  the  cobwebs  from  the  wall, 
Like  heedless  girls,  who  little  think 

What  may  their  future  steps  befall. 

No  pride's  betrayed  whene'er  'tis  said 

That  she's  domestic  iu  her  ways  — 
Can  mend,  and  sweep,  and  make  a  bed, 

And  on  the  busy  washing-da^^s 
Assist  her  mother  at  the  tub. 

And  wriug  the  clothes  and  stretch  the  line. 
And  wheu  'tis  necessary  scrub, 

And  make  the  pewter  platters  shine. 

She's  not  disturbed,  when  schoolmates  call. 

That  she  has  useful  work  to  do  ; 
Nor  does  she  on  tlie  sofa  loll. 

To  hear  or  tell  of  something  new  — 
Or  criticise  a  neighbor's  dress. 

Her  looks,  her  actions,  or  her  gait. 
Nor  Avith  a  scoruful  look  express 

Contempt  for  huuible  Sally  Waitc. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  283 

Beside  some  squeaking  instrument 

She  will  not  sit  the  whole  cia}^  long, 
To  make  a  horrid  noise  intent, 

AVith  now  and  then  a  rattling  song, 
Which  grating  falls  upon  the  ear. 

To  frighten  children,  or  annoy 
The  musing  student  passing  near, 

And  all  poetic  thoughts  destroy. 

Nor  will  she  run  from  door  to  door 

A  talc  of  scandal  to  pursue. 
And  every  listening  schoolmate  bore 

With  foolish  gossip  —  talc  untrue  — 
IIow  this  one  and  the  other  dressed 

When  last  at  church  or  concert-hall, 
And  various  idle  thoughts  suggest. 

Thus  to  prolong  her  morning  call. 

She  has  some  nol^le  end  in  view  — 

Some  useful  knowledge  to  obtain  — 
Or  work  important  she  must  do. 

When  leisure  moments  she  may  gain  ; 
And  thus  no  time  she  idly  spends 

Among  the  frivolous  or  the  gay  — 
Although  she  loves  her  faithful  friends. 

And  when  they  meet  —  how  blest  are  they  ! 

As  years  advance  hor  mind  improves 

In  all  that  makes  a  woman  dear 
To  God  and  man.     Where'er  she  moves 

The  real  graces  Avill  appear, 
And  make  her  influence  largely  felt 

For  virtue  and  humanity  ; 
The  cultured  i)rince  —  the  illiterate  Celt 

Alike  will  real  goodness  see. 


284  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Fresh  and  attractive  she  Avill  make 

Her  pleasant  home.     Whoever  lifts 
Her  welcome  latch  -will  comfort  take, 

And  with  her  rare  colloquial  gifts 
Deliijhted  pass  the  swift-win2:ed  hour, 

And  then  depart,  instructed,  blest, 
Feeling  that  goodness  is  a  power, 

When  it  is  throned  Avithin  the  breast. 

No  flattering  word  will  pass  her  lip, 

No  coarse,  undignified  remark, 
No  innuendo  slyly  slip, 

No  elbow  launch  when  it  is  dark. 
Nor  will  she  foolish  efforts  make 

To  be  particuhirly  nice. 
So  she  cannot  a  sally  take. 

But  deem  exuberance  a  vice. 

In  peace  with  friends  and  neighbors,  she 

Will  labor  constantly  to  live  — 
Avoiding  all  duplicity  — 

And  with  a  generous  spirit  give 
To  help  distress  —  to  aid  the  poor  — 

And  scatter  widely  as  she  may 
The  real  blessings  that  secure 

A  passport  to  eternal  day. 

She  does  not  with  a  curious  taste 

Into  her  neighbor's  secrets  pry  ; 
Nor  half  her  winter  evenings  waste 

AVitli  an  alternate  tear  and  sigh. 
O'er  lovelorn  maid  or  Avhinint>:  cur  — 

Tales  in  a  flashy  Avork  she  meets  — 
Nor  dream  each  man  in  love  with  her 

She  speaks  to  on  the  public  streets. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  285 

Her  dwelling  is  a  neat  abode, 

Of  all  extravagance  devoid, 
Where  pride  and  passion  ne'er  explode, 

And  real  comfort  is  enjoyed  — 
"Where  on  a  level  high  and  low 

The  pleasant  happy  hunrs  beguile, 
And  streams  of  mutual  kindness  flow, 

And  all  the  Christian  graces  smile. 

For  more  than  half  a  mile  around 

The  influence  of  her  life  is  felt. 
To  soothe,  however  deep  the  Avomid, 

And  hate  into  contrition  melt. 
By  W(;rds  and  gifts  unseltish  Avhich 

She  kindly  speaks  —  in  love  bestows; 
•Alike  to  all  —  the  poor  and  rich  — 

Her  heart  with  goodness  overflows. 

The  world  may  in  a  conflict  blaze  — 

The  ''giants  on  the  deep*'  niay  roar  — 
But  she  in  humble  trust  will  raise 

Her  thoughts  to  heaven,  and  God  adore. 
Calm  and  serene,  whate'er  betides 

The  heated  elements  around  ; 
Fu'm  as  a  rock  her  soul  abides, 

And  with  true  honor  she  is  crowned. 

And  such  is  virtue  —  gentle,  mock  — 

Whenever  in  the  breast  it  dwells  ; 
Though  in  her  nature  frail  and  weak, 

It  woman's  heart  with  wisdom  swells. 
Till  she  an  honored  place  attains, 

I'xdoved  by  man apjjroved  by  God 

.Vnd  thousanils  in  that  })athway  trains 

Which  kings,  and  priests,  and  prophets  trod. 


286  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

That  stalwart  girl  who  loves  to  hear 

The  rolling  drum  and  squeaking  fife, 
When  men  in  uniform  appear, 

Who  runs  to  see  them  as  for  life. 
And  in  commotion  rather  be, 

(The  more  the  noise  the  merrier  still,) 
Than  with  her  mother  quietly 

The  duties  of  her  home  fulfil  — 

May  boldly  stand,  in  future  years, 

With  noisy  men  for  woman's  rights, 
And  almost  drown  your  aching  ears 

With  a  sharp,  rattling  tongue,  that  bites. 
She  knows  her  duty without  fear,    • 

Nor  favor  asks,  she  goes  ahead  ; 
She  cruslies  hopes  to  virtue  dear. 

And  fills  the  Christian  heart  with  dread. 

Her  object  in  the  wild  harangues 

'T  would  puzzle  Jove  himself  to  tell; 
This  sect  she  hates  ;  that  cause  she  bangs ; 

Berates  the  Christian  Chui'ch  pell-mell ; 
And  all  because  her  neighbors  look 

At  questions  with  a  calmer  front, 
And  prize  the  precepts  of  a  Book 

Whose  gracious  influence  she  would  stunt. 

She'd  tear  the  glorious  fabric  down. 

Our  fathers  built  in  prayers  and  tears. 
And  in  a  whirl  of  nonsense  drown 

The  exultmg  hopes  of  peaceful  years  — 
And  push  to  folly  the  extreme 

Her  silly,  sentimental  views. 
And  make  a  wild  chimeric  dream 

A  god  she  ardently  pursues. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  287 

And  if  she  should  succeed  —  what  then?  — 

Honor,  and  love,  and  virtue  lost; 
Ties  ruptured  ....  peace  destroyed  ....  no  pen 

Could  paint  the  dreadful  holocaust. 
Wild  passions  would  usurp  the  place 

Of  rectitude  —  and  in  the  name 
Of  merciful  relis-ion,  base 

Corrupting  thoughts,  the  breast  intlamc  ; 

A  tide  of  evil  flood  the  land, 

And  anarchy  untroubled  reign, 
And  honest  hearts  confused  couunand 

To  peace  and  order  —  but  in  vain  : 
The  spirit  of  a  love  divine 

No  more  the  human  breast  pervade  ; 
The  sun  Avith  less  effulgence  shine 

O'er  earth  in  moral  ruin  laid. 

Such  evils  spread  where  Folly  rules, 

And  Impudence  untrammelled  reigns  —    . 
Taught  in  the  transcendental  schools 

That  rarefy  inflated  braius. 
Beyond  tlie  reach  of  mortal  ken 

They  stretch  their  thoughts,  and  claim  to  find, 
Where  never  trod  the  foot  of  men, 

States  suited  to  the  wondrous  mind. 

How  futile  the  attempt  to  rise 

Where  Ileason  has  no  power  to  teach  ! 
Than  the  great  God  to  be  more  wise  ! 

Bey(md  his  Aviil  revealed  to  reach  ! 
Submit,  I  pray,  to  his  control ; 

His  precious  word  believe,  obey; 
The  only  comfort  of  the  soul  — 

The  only  hope  of  endless  day. 


288  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

I've  seen  the  heart  enraptured  swell 

Beneath  a  plain  and  piebald  dress, 
While  sacred  tears  in  torrents  fell, 

With  words  miable  to  express 
The  emotions  of  the  soul  Avithin, 

For  little  kindnesses  bestowed  ; 
And  then  it  seemed  no  trifling  sin 

To  check  the  grateful  drops  that  flowed. 

I've  seen  upon  the  furrowed  cheek 

Of  age  the  rose  of  summer  bloom  — 
And  strength  imparted  to  the  weak, 

And  light  the  darkened  path  illume, 
Just  from  a  pleasant  word  that  sprang 

Spontaneous  from  a  happy  heart  — 
That  on  the  ear  like  music  rang, 

And  made  new  life  and  beauty  start. 

I,  too,  have  felt  the  wondrous  power 

Of  kindness  Avhen  in  soid  depressed; 
It  came  rejoicing  like  the  shower  ; 

And  sweetly  soothed  my  soul  to  rest.... 
And  from  the  lowest  depths  of  woe 

'Twas  glorious  to  arise  and  feel 
The  streams  of  love  and  mercy  flow. 

With  all  their  soothinG;  crace  to  heal. 

If  all  Avere  faithful,  kind  and  good  — 

Denied  themselves  to  help  and  please  — 
And  every  heart,  with  love  imbued, 

Called  out  its  tender  sympathies  — 
No  fear  would  tremble  on  the  lip  ; 

No  sin  revengeful  thoughts  awake; 
No  sorrow  seek  companionship  ; 

No  heart  in  desolation  break. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  289 

Displeased  with  eycr3'thing  that's  said, 

And  fretful  as  a  child  can  be, 
As  if  by  some  bad  influence  led, 

O,  who  can  love  Miss  Emily? 
She  may  possess  carnation  cheeks  — 

And  eyes  that  sparkle  diamond-bright  — 
But  showing  temper  Avhen  she  speaks, 

Few  in  her  company  delight. 

She  may  attract  the  stranger,  but 

AVhcne'er  are  known  her  ways  unkind. 
And  that  her  mouth  is  seldom  shut  — 

Her  brilliant  eyes  arc  never  l)liud 
To  trifling  faults  in  those  around, 

AVhich  to  excess  are  magnified, 
Alone  in  sober  mood  she's  found. 

Half  weeping  o'er  her  injured  pride. 

AYithout  the  sweet  and  heavenly  grace 

That  springs  from  real  goodness,  Avhat 
Are  polished  ])rows a  chiselled  face  .... 

A  form  like  Hebe's  ?     These  will  not 
The  aflcctions  win  and  draw  the  heart ; 

They  for  a  season  may  attract, 
But  Avarmtli  or  love  will  not  impart  — 

Nor  win  regard  —  a  weighty  fact. 

Which  they  who  trust  to  beauty  should 

Consider  well,  and  daily  strive 
Those  natures  which  are  rough  and  rude 

To  cultivate,  that  virtue  thrive  — 
So  that  less  beautiful,  they  will 

More  friends  secure  —  more  pleasures  find  — 
Than  if  with  Heaven's  exquisite  skill 

They  had  been  modelled  and  re  lined 


290  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Kate  sits  demurely  by  herself, 

And  scarcely  speaks  when  she's  addressed ; 
Her  books  arc  idle  on  the  shelf; 

Her  eyes  cast  down her  brow  compressed. 

"What  trouble  now ,  my  gentle  maid  ? 

Have  thy  companions  been  unkind? 
And  did  they  cut  thee  when  they  played, 

With  all  the  excuses  they  could  find? 

Or  has  thy  teacher  been  severe, 

And  censured  tliee  unjustly?     Say, 
What  has  disturbed  thee?  —  wdiy  that  tear? 

Come  with  thy  youthful  mates  and  play. 
She  does  not  stir  ;  no  kindness  moves 

Her  nature  now  :  some  triflino;  sli«:ht 
A  barrier  to  hei"  pleasure  proves, 

And  leaves  her  in  this  wretched  plight. 

Out  with  such  temper  !     In  the  end. 

If 'tis  unchecked,  I  tremble  for 
Thy  future,  when  no  pleasant  friend 

Will  cherish  thee  :  for  all  abhor 
A  cross,  morose,  ill-natured  girl. 

If  thou  shouldst  grow  to  womanhood 
Unchanged,  thy  life;  will  be  a  whirl 

Of  strife,  where  clouds  -incessant  brood. 

The  trifling  cares  of  life  that  give 

Biit  little  thought  to  minds  at  ease, 
Will  weigh  thee  down  ;  for  thee  to  live 

Will  be  a  torment ;  nought  can  please, 
Though  everything  be  l)right  around  : 

The  earth,  when  clothed  in  richest  bloom, 
With  lengthened  shadows  will  abound, 

Or  fearful  shapes  of  ill  assume. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  291 

The  radiunt  smiles  of  Heaven  will  seem, 

To  thy  disordered  vision,  frowns  ; 
The  stars  that  in  their  olory  l)eam, 

Or  blaze  at  night  like  golden  crowns, 
Will  help  to  make  the  darkness  felt, 

That  discontent  aronnd  has  thrown  ; 
And  morning's  bright  empyreal  belt 

Make  thy  imhappy  spirit  moan. 

The  flowers  that  bloom  —  the  seas  that  roll  — 

The  mountains  towering  to  the  sky  — 
Will  lift  no  shadow  from  thy  soul, 

Nor  break  the  scale  that  dims  thine  eye. 
They  only  prove  a  dismal  blank 

To  one  betra3'ed  with  moral  blight  — 
Who  sees  no  God  of  love  to  thank, 

Or  in  his  glorious  works  deliifht. 

Surrounded  l)y  a  thousand  joys, 

With  Nature  in  her  liveliest  mood, 
There's  something  still  the  heart  annoys. 

And  it  will  aye  in  sadness  brood. 
It  wont  1)0  pleased  when  all  is  gay. 

But  will  .select  to  rest  upon 
The  only  spot  in  life's  highway 

Where  never  shines  the  blessed  sun. 

The  thorns  are  seen,  but  not  the  rose 

That  graceful  hangs  upon  the  stem  — 
Tlie  vales  that  damps  and  gloom  disclose. 

And  not  heaven's  starry  diadem. 
Earth,  sea  and  «ky  contribute  to 

Enhance  the  clouds  that  round  them  hang; 
There's  nought  in  sunshine,  llower  or  dew, 

That  does  not  frown  or  bring  a  pang. 


292  SCHOOL      IS      OUT. 

How  many  such  are  seen  around, 

With  everything  to  make  them  blest, 
Who  turn  from  music's  melting  sound, 

And  fields  in  golden  l)eauty  dressed, 
To  listen  to  some  creaking  sign, 

Or  view  a  barren,  dreary  waste  ! 
They  fail  to  see  the  hand  divine 

Ten  thousand  blessings  round  them  placed. 

To  them  the  heavens  are  never  bright ; 

The  earth  is  but  a  vale  of  tears  ; 
No  scenes  entrance no  words  delijrht .... 

No  beauty  shakes  their  gloomy  fears  ; 
No  friends  are  ijenerous none  are  jjood. 

And  all  are  pledged  to  l)e  imkind ; 
So  they  through  life  in  sorrow  brood, 

And  not  one  ray  of  comfort  find. 

Careful  her  parents  to  obey. 

And  kind  to  all  the  friends  she  meets, 
Bright,  gentle  Lulie  day  by  day 

Partakes  of  all  life's  varied  sweets. 
If  unkind  words  should  chance  to  drop 

From  those  she  loves,  she  Avill  return 
Sweet,  pleasant  language  —  thereby  stop 

A  sin  that  might  with  anger  burn. 

A  gloomy  thought  upon  her  brow 

Is  never  cast,  to  sliadoAV  half 
Her  sunny  face.     Slic  will,  somehow. 

When  sad,  ring  out  a  jc^yous  laugh. 
She  knows,  if  clicrislicd  in  the  breast, 

A  single  evil  tliouiiht  will  bo 
The  harbinger  of  evil  guest  — 

The  source  of  grief  and  misery. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  293 

She  speaks  iii  gentle  tones  to  all  — 

E'en  to  the  scllisli  and  the  mean ; 
And  where  the  tears  of  sorrow  fall, 

Her  cheerful,  happy  face  is  seen  : 
Consolino;  words  and  love  she  brinofs, 

And  heals  at  once  the  bitter  smart  — 
As  if  an  angel's  radiant  wings 

Enfolded  the  half-broken  heart. 

She  never  lifts  a  scornful  eye, 

Nor  in  her  bosom  harbors  pride, 
Nor  passes  ragged  children  l)y, 

May  she  but  their  discomforts  hide. 
The  orphans  love  her,  and  the  poor 

AVill  often  kiss  her  glowing  cheek, 
"When  she  goes  from  the  hunil)lc  door. 

With  grateful  hearts  too  full  to  speak. 

Heaven  would  indeed  begin  below. 

If  every  one  sliouhl  loving  be, 
And  make  her  neighbor's  bosom  glow 

With  kind  and  tender  sympathy  — 
If  every  Avord  and  look  betrayed 

A  purpose  generous  and  sincere. 
And  none  would  feel  she  needed  aid 

Before  the  friendly  hand  appear. 

O,  such  would  be  the  world  at  large. 

If  each  should  act  a  noble  part ; 
Life's  varied  duties  to  dischar<re 

With  a  devout  and  Christian  heart. 
If  faith  in  God  —  if  love  to  men 

Prom[)ted  our  actions  da}'  l)y  day  — 
How  sweet  the  reign  of  peace  !     No  pen 

Its  glorious  blessings  could  portray. 


294  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

This  maxim  should  ])c  writ  in  gold, 

We  only  live  when  we  do  good  — 
When  ^VG  the  weak  and  humble  fold 

To  our  warm  bosoms  —  fjivino;  food 
And  all  the  blessings  we  enjoy, 

To  those  who  need  and  ask  our  prayers  — 
Our  time,  our  wealth,  our  thoughts  employ 

To  make  our  daily  comforts  theirs. 

Sitting  upon  a  grassy  knoll, 

A  motley  group  around  her,  Jane 
Is  now  engaged,  with  all  her  soul 

The  poor  and  ignorant  to  train 
To  serious  thought.     See  how  they  catch, 

And  eagerly,  each  word  she  speaks. 
And  every  look  and  motion  Avatch, 

While  she  their  hii^-hest  welfare  seeks. 

All  round  about,  in  idle  play. 

Her  careless  little  schoolmates  run, 
And  many  foolish  things  they  say. 

As  they  afl'ect  her  course  to  shun. 
Jane  heeds  them  not,  but  still  intent 

Upon  her  pleasant  Avork  of  love. 
She  feels  that  all  the  time  thus  spent 

Will  to  the  poor  a  blessing  prove. 

In  future  years  'twill  be  liei-  joy 

Im[)ortant  truths  with  love  to  teach  ; 
A  careless  miss,  a  heedless  boy. 

That  with  her  inlluence  she  can  reach. 
Is  sure  to  be  made  better  by 

Her  earnest  words  and  Christian  zeal, 
And  leading  upwards  to  the  sky, 

She'll  thus  promote  their  highest  Aveal. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  295 

She"]]  be  an  honor  to  her  sex  ; 

]Mako  blessin2;s  all  around  her  flow ; 
And  should  conflicting  thoughts  perplex, 

Or  selflshness  to  hatred  grow  — 
Disturbing  peace  —  engendering  strife  — 

Her  noble  spirit  will  restore 
The  glories  of  a  Christian  life, 

And  pride  and  passion  rage  no  more. 

Fastidious  e'en  in  childhood,  Sue, 

In  hours  of  study  or  at  play, 
Secures  the  friendship  of  but  few; 

The  noble-hearted  turn  away 
From  primp  and  folly.     Genial  souls 

Have  no  companionship  with  such, 
Althoui;li  a  father's  carriau^e  rolls 

O'er  golden  mines.     They  fear  the  touch 

Of  garments  gay  with  fashion's  trim, 

xVnd  pert  disdainful  acts  despise  ;  — 
They  know  that  hearts  filled  to  the  brim 

AYith  vanity  arc  never  wise, 
Nor  flt  associates  for  them. 

The  unobtrusive,  quiet,  meek, 
They  love  and  cherish,  but  condemn 

All  who  are  puflcd  by  fortune's  freak. 

Grown  up,  can  i)en  or  pencil  paint 

Her  folly  and  her  squeamishness? 
To-day  she  will  aifect  the  saint. 

And  seem  to  be  in  deep  distress 
For  sins  connnittcd,  or  neglect 

Of  duties  pride  could  not  fulfd  ; 
To-morrow,  in  her  jewels  decked, 

She  has  her  silly  notions  still. 


296  SCHOOL     IS      OUT. 

To-day  a  fashion  she  denounces 

That  yesterday  Avas  in  its  glow, 
And  she  is  pleased  with  tucks  and  flounces 

Which,  in  a  AV^eek,  aside  she'll  throw. 
Her  bonnet,  trimmed  in  latest  style, 

She  thinks  is  not  a  perfect  fit. 
So  she  must  send  full  half  a  mile 

To  change  its  form  or  size  a  bit. 

Sometimes  her  temper,  violent, 

Cannot  with  reason  be  restrained, 
Which  on  some  menial  she  will  vent 

Till  words  have  like  the  furies  reigned. 
At  last,  exhausted,  she  will  fall 

Upon  the  sofa,  trembling,  pale, 
And  half  the  house  must  stand  a  call 

To  coax  her  through  the  frightful  gale. 

She  has  no  sympathy  with  those 

Who  plead  for  justice  and  for  right, 
And  never  on  the  poor  bestows 

A  benediction  or  a  mite. 
"O  horrid  !  "  is  her  exclamation, 

Whene'er  a  black  man  passes  by  — 
A  pauper  from  a  foreign  nation  — 

A  soldier  brave,  returned  to  die. 

She  can't  endure  the  wives  of  men 

Who  do  not  dress  in  modern  style, 
Who  have  a  tawdr}^  look  —  and  then, 

How  apt  such  people  to  be  vile  ! 
Their  daughters  never  learn  to  sing, 

Or  dance,  or  the  piano  play  ; 
Their  parents  have  no  taste  to  bring 

Up  children  in  a  decent  way. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  297 

She  is  so  fussy  at  the  stores, 

The  clerks  dislike  to  have  her  call ; 
They  numl)er  her  among  the  bores, 

Who,  when  they  want  a  dress  or  shawl. 
Compel  them  everything  to  show, 

Till  they  have  made  a  grand  display  ; 
Coolly  remarking,  as  they  go, 

"We'll  call  again  another  day." 

Not  generous,  she  is  pleased  to  give 

AYhene'er  al)road  the  deed  is  spread, 
That  makes  her  name  and  virtues  live. 

But  when  is  asked  a  crumb  of  bread, 
By  some  poor  wretch  beneath  her  eye. 

Or  hungry  children  at  the  gate. 
That  a  few  dimes  would  satisfy, 

She  turns  and  leaves  them  to  their  fate. 

She  gives  to  public  ol)jects,  Avhere 

Her  deeds  will  stand  on  parchment  rolls  ; 
But  precious  little  does  she  care 

For  loAv,  degi-aded,  famished  souls. 
She,  to  protect  the  savage  brutes. 

Will  lend  her  time  ;  unseal  her  purse  ; 
And  to  the  wealthy  institutes 

Abundant  charities  disburse. 

When  China  or  Tahiti  pleads, 

She  is  alive  with  fieiy  zeal. 
Especially  when  liberal  deeds, 

In  answer  to  a  loud  appeal, 
Arc  blazoned  in  our  public  sheets. 

That  all  the  Avorld  may  read  or  hear, 
And  every  soul  she  daily  meets, 

Tier  noble  character  revere. 


298  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  poor  benighted  African, 

The  Arab  and  the  Hottentot, 
The  Indian  wild,  the  fierce  Japan  — 

Of  these  she  monrns  the  hapless  lot, 
And  all  who  at  a  distance  j^ine 

For  comfort  and  for  wholesome  food, 
Who  never  heard  of  life  divine  ; 

But  —  will  she  do  her  neiojhbor  2rood  ? 

Will  she  a  sin2:le  fin^i^er  lift 

To  place  the  fallen  on  his  feet? 
Will  she  bestow  a  paltry  gift, 

When  in  the  siiffocatino;  heat 
The  famished  laborer  is  found. 

Infirm  and  weak,  and  hent  with  aije? 
Among  the  poor  will  she  go  round. 

Their  li^riefs  and  troubles  to  assuasre? 

When  suffering  meets  her  at  the  door, 

And  children  cry,  and  woman  pleads, 
And  slaves  are  welterins:  in  their  <i:orc. 

No  tears,  or  groans,  or  pains  she  heeds. 
She  has  no  heart  to  feel  for  those 

Who  fall  and  perish  by  her  side. 
While  a  lai-ge  stream  of  wealth  o'erfiows, 

To  trimipet  fame  and  foster  pride. 

Can  this  be  real  charity? 

That  which  the  God  of  heaven  approves? 
And  angels  linger  round  to  see? 

It  only  sordid  nature  moves. 
With  hearts  deceiving  and  deceived. 

It  never  has  a  blessing  ])rought, 
Nor  in  the  fear  of  God  rolicvetl, 

Nor  one  example  wisely  taught. 


SCHOOL      IS      OUT.  299 

It  never  wakens  in  the  breast 

Emotions  tender,  kind  and  pure  ; 
To  make  a  life  of  sorrow  blest, 

'Twill  not  a  trifling  pain  endure. 
When  seltish  motives  prompt  to  give, 

And  the  reward  is  hollow  fame, 
The  deeds  will  not  in  sflory  live. 

But  bring,  at  last,  contempt  and  shame. 

Few  friends  has  she  :  some  are  compelled 

From  sheer  necessity  to  be 
In  an  un[)leasant  bondage  held, 

By  reason  of  their  poverty. 
They  treat  her  kindly,  but  they  dare 

Oppose  no  foolish  whim  of  hers  — 
For  in  a  rage  she's  sure  to  flare, 

If  such  a  trifling  thing  occurs. 

O,  who  would  be  a  selfish  piece 

Of  human  nature?  —  Never  pleased 
"With  anything  that  will  increase 

The  happiness  of  man  ?  —  Diseased 
In  mind,  and  wretched  too?  —  for  all    . 

The  wealth  of  Newbury's  mines?     Ah,  they 
Who  in  such  depths  of  meanness  fall. 

Throw  the  best  joys  of  life  away. 

Themselves  most  miserable,  they  make 

Their  neighbors  so  —  their  tempers  sour  — 
And  jealousies  and  fears  awake. 

And  peace  of  villages  devour. 
At  last  they  die,  and  leave  behind 

A  ujcmory  that  none  revere. 
It  is  the  fate  of  all  inclined 

To  tread  the  path  of  folly  here. 


300  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Who  becaiity  in  the  flower  beholds, 

That  bUishes  in  the  lowly  vale, 
And  hi  the  tender  leaf  that  folds 

Its  tiny  lips  to  kiss  the  gale  — 
Who,  Avheresoe'er  she  tnrns  her  eye, 

Above  or  in  the  world  abroad. 
On  field  or  water,  monnt  or  sky. 

Sees  and  adores  the  mighty  God  — 

That  child,  imbned  wnth  grace  divine. 

Will  blessings  everywhere  impart, 
And  brightly  in  the  circles  shine. 

When  Christian  love  inspires  the  heart. 
She'll  be  a  monitor  of  good 

To  all  who  come  within  her  reach, 
And  to  the  careless  and  the  rude 

With  gentleness  and  kindness  preach. 

O  many  a  gnilt}^  one  she'll  bring 

The  truth  in  wisdom  to  obey  ; 
Make  many  a  heart  with  gladness  sing, 

Rejoicing  in  the  pleasant  way. 
The  tranquil  peace  of  heavenly  love 

'Twill  bo  her  glory  to  bestow. 
And  gently  every  sin  reprove  — 

Her  heart  with  angel  zeal  aglow. 

She  will  perceive  with  jealous  eye 

The  errors  spreading  far  and  wide  — 
With  heaven-imparted  energy 

AV'ill  check  the  reign  of  vice  and  pride. 
The  glorious  truth  with  power  proclaimed, 

With  all  the  sanction  of  the  skies, 
Will  ciush  the  hopes  by  folly  framed  — 

Destroy  the  refuges  of  lies. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  301 


Ah  I  Minnie,  "with  those  lau2:hing  eyes, 

So  full  of  frolic,  life  and  fun. 
It  seems  to  me,  beneath  the  skies, 

I  cannot  find  a  happier  one. 
In  cloudy  seasons  and  in  bright, 

Studious  at  home,  or  out  in  play. 
Thou  art  a  creature  of  delight. 

Contented,  cheerful,  happy,  gay. 

I  know  from  the  sweet  smile  that  plays 

On  other  cheeks,  that  gentle  hearts 
Around  thee  catch  the  inspiring  rays 

Thy  genial,  happy  soul  imparts. 
They  feel  a  freedom  to  partake 

The  golden  pleasures  as  they  fly, 
And  to  thv  call  are  wide  awake. 

With  bounding  heart  and  sparkling  eye 

Fair  child  !  may  all  thy  future  years 

With  i-adiant  joy  and  love  be  crowned, 
And  every  bliss  that  life  endears 

Within  thy  happ}'  heart  be  found. 
May  not  a  sorrow  thread  its  way. 

To  darken  life  Avith  blossinss  frauirht. 
While  golden  vistas  every  day 

Transcend  the  poet's  brightest  thought. 

May  friends  surround  thee,  and  l^estow 

Their  benedictions  on  thy  head, 
And  not  a  mean  or  treacherous  foe 

To  shade  tliy  sunny  heart  be  led  ; 
Till  fully  ri[)e  for  bliss  in  heaven. 

Thou  wilt  with  rapture  seize  the  prize. 
From  the  commissioned  angel  given, 

And  spring  rejoicing  to  the  skies. 


302  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Hark  !  from  the  gay  and  chattering  throng 

A  voice  of  melody  I  hear  ; 
'Tis  thine,  O  favored  child  of  song  ! 

Which  bi'ings  to  many  an  eye  a  tear. 
The  children  stop  their  merry  plays, 

And  strangers  linger  in  the  street, 
And  on  the  scene  deliohted  gaze, 

And  beg  the  angel  to  repeat. 

The  time  may  come  when  crowds  shall  press 

To  hear  that  wondrous  voice  of  thine  — 
And  age  and  infancy  shall  bless 

The  heart  they  deem  almost  divine. 
Be  humble,  child,  and  thankful  lift 

Thy  sweet  voice  in  melodious  praise. 
To  Him  who  sends  the  heavenly  gift, 

And  crowns  with  joy  thy  happy  days. 

The  child  who  loves  the  birds  that  sing. 

And  brushes  o'er  the  dew  to  hear 
The  notes  that  through  the  woodland  ring  — 

To  her  young  hnppy  heart  so  dear  — 
Who  gazes  on  the  sky  entranced, 

When  Morning  gilds  her  sapphire  throne, 
Before  the  sun  —  his  steps  advanced  — 

His  vertic  beams  around  has  thrown  — 

Who  plucks  the  earliest  floAvers  of  May, 

To  kindle  up  a  teacher's  eye  — 
W^hile  she,  more  beautiful  than  they. 

Smiles  in  unconscious  modesty  — 
Who  listens  to  the  pattering  rain 

As  if  she  heard  soft  angel-feet. 
And  wonders  why  the  music-strain 

Should  in  such  identic  nnn-murs  beat  — 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  303 

Whose  heart,  alive  to  joys  divine, 

The  gentle  hand  of  God  discerns, 
And  sees  his  love  and  wisdom  shine 

In  every  winding  path  she  turns  — 
May  labor  with  angelic  zeal. 

And  draw  from  sin  with  cords  of  love, 
And  all  the  wondrous  grace  reveal 

That  brouijht  a  Saviour  from  above. 

In  huts  where  pine  the  sons  of  want, 

With  wretched  forms  emaciate. 
And  trembling  children,  pale  and  gaunt, 

For  one  cool  breath  impatient  wait ; 
Where  not  disease  alone  has  made 

The  widow  poor  ....  the  aged  cursed 

And  where  the  light,  as  if  afraid, 

Comes  timidly  where  vice  is  nursed  — 

The  heavenly  visitor  will  go, 

Nor  fear  the  horrors  that  abound, 
And  check  the  tear  and  heal  the  woe. 

And  send  the  smile  of  gladness  round. 
Light  will  ))rcak  forth,  and  Love  will  sing, 

E'en  in  the  lowest  depths  of  sin. 
As  Hope,  on  1)right  exulting  wing, 

Scatters  the  darkness  from  within. 

Sweet  child  !  pursue  thy  work  of  love. 

And  bless  and  save  the  sons  of  crime. 
And  to  the  seltish  bigot  prove 

Such  deeds  of  mercy  are  sublime  ; 
And  thy  reward  —  how  great  'twill  l)e  I  — 

The  consciousness  of  duty  done  ; 
In  many  saved  from  misery. 

And  to  the  cross  of  Jesus  won  ! 


304  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

'Twill  light  thy  life-path  day  by  day, 

And  cheer  thee  in  the  midnight  gloom ; 
'Twill  gild  with  joy  thy  pearly  wa}', 

And  every  doubtful  step  iUume  — 
When  thou  shalt  hear  the  songs  of  ])raise 

Thy  love  has  kindled  in  the  breast  : 
How  pure  and  sweet  the  angelic  lays  ! 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed  ! 

Louisa  turns  her  step  aside, 

To  save  the  insect  on  the  sod  ; 
The  meanest  thing  she  wont  deride, 

That  speaks  the  workmanship  of  God. 
All  have  a  right  to  live,  she  feels. 

And  life's  sweet  blessings  to  enjoy ; 
The  weakest  to  her  heart  appeals, 

And  not  a  life  M'ill  she  destroy. 

The  crawling  worms  and  buzzing  flies 

Are  wonderful  to  look  upon. 
And  with  a  o;enerous  heart  she  tries 

To  make  them  hai)py,  every  one. 
Her  Father  gave  to  them  the  light. 

The  sunshine  and  tlie  blessed  air, 
And  watches  o'er  them  day  and  night, 

With  a  protecting,  loving  care. 

What  his  creative  power  displays. 

Though  frail  and  huml)le  it  may  be, 
In  life  and  beauty  claims  our  praise, 

And  when  in  pain,  our  symi)athy. 
All  ask  our  love.     Shall  we  refuse, 

And  crush  the  transient  life  away. 
That  nourished  by  the  suu  and  dews, 

Enjoys  but  one  bright  summer  day? 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  305 

She'll  live  to  prove  a  blessing  when 

Her  happy  youthful  clays  arc  past, 
And  with  her  voiee  —  perhaps  her  pen  — 

An  influence  wide  for  mercy  cast : 
AVill  plead  for  justice  everywhere  ; 

Man  never  should  a  foe  molest, 
Xor  in  his  bosom  hatred  bear. 

And  all  revenge  must  be  suppressed. 

The  base  unholy  passions  must 

To  the  pure  gospel's  precepts  yield  — 
All  learn  their  neighbor's  word  to  trust, 

And  in  the  day  of  trouble  shield. 
The  enmity  that  prompts  to  ill, 

The  heart's  warm  kindness  must  subdue, 
And  bending  low  the  stubborn  will. 

Each  shall  the  weal  of  all  pursue. 

There's  one  —  and  so  extremely  nice 

She  barely  nods  to  common  folks, 
And  never  listens  to  advice  — 

Is  squeamish  of  all  trifling  jokes  : 
She's  dressed  in  fashionable  trim, 

And  in  the  latest  city  style, 
And  looks  so  jaunty  and  so  prim. 

To  sec  her  step  provokes  a  smile. 

Unless  she  should  Avith  years  improve  — 

IJecome  a  less  disdainful  piece  — 
And  in  a  warmer  circle  move, 

Of  i^raccful,  unafl'ectcd  ease  — 
She  will,  erelong,  become  the  butt 

Of  ridicule  where'er  she  goes  — 
Bo  in  the  category  put 

Of  one  —  whom  everybody  knows  ;  — 
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306  SCHOOL     IS      OUT. 

Miss  Akc  —  whose  Christian  name  is  Bell  — 

Will  not  consent  to  let  it  be  — 
And  so  insists  that  all  shall  spell 

The  word  by  adding  i  and  e. 
Judge  of  her  great  surprise  to  hear, 

One  day,  while  travelling  on  the  Lake, 
A  friend  exclaim,  distinct  and  clear, 

"My  best  regards,  Miss  Bellie  Akc  ! " 

Of  all  the  fools  none  are  so  great 

As  those  insipid  creatures  Avho 
'  Deem  all  true  knowledge  in  their  pate, 

With  all  the  sterling  virtues  too. 
Affected,  proud,  full  of  pretence  — 

They  sadly  lack  the  requisites 
Which  make  the  sound  good  common  sense 

That  on  the  brow  of  Wisdom  sits. 

In  reading  trashy  books  they  waste 

Most  precious  hours.     For  history, 
Or  solid  works,  they  have  no  taste  ; 

Some  thrilling  talc  —  a  tragedy  — 
Rivets  the  mind  with  iron  bands, 

Till  they  have  learned  the  hero's  fate  : 
But  notwithstanding,  on  their  hands 

Time  hangs  Avith  an  oppressive  weight. 

The  simpletons  you  often  meet 

On  summer  days  at  watering-places. 
To  hear  them  speak  or  see  them  eat, 

You'd  think  that  they  were  making  fiiccs. 
For  them  their  worthy  mothers  toiled. 

And  stood  before  the  tub  or  wheel ; 
But  their  white  hands  are  never  soiled 

By  scouring  knives  or  sifting  meal. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  307 

Their  own  soft,  beds  they  cannot  make  ; 

Their  clothing  mend  ;  their  stockings  darn  ; 
A  sirh)in  roast,  or  pndding  bake  ; 

They  hardly  dare  to  walk  the  barn 
Lest  they  should  soil  their  dainty  feet, 

Or  catch  a  spider  on  their  dress, 
Or  some  plain  young  mechanic  meet, 

Which  would  their  feelings  so  distress  ! 

If  we  a  generation  back 

Could  bring  before  the  mental  eye, 
With  their  forefathers'  business  —  whack  ! 

Should  we  not  see  the  feathers  fly  ? 
Wealth  may  increase,  but  with  it,  O 

How  many  foolish  things  are  said  ! 
A  twelvemonth  and  the  silliest  grow 

Severely  wise  —  then  aim  to  spread  ! 

Of  servants  not  a  few  they  boast  — 

Their  horses  and  their  liver}^ : 
And  what  they  seem  to  prize  the  most, 

Their  very  tip-top  company. 
And  so  the  flash  of  Folly  flics, 

AVhilc  they  arc  chasing  Avith  their  might 
A  glittering  and  deceitful  prize. 

Which  every  day  eludes  the  sight. 

It  comes  not,  but  llioy  labor  still, 

With  soft  white  hands  in  doiuii:  nou2:ht  — 
And  disappointed  think  it  Avill 

To-morrow  or  next  Avcek  be  cauij^ht  — 
And  thus  through  life  deceived  Ihey  go, 

in  dissi[)ation's  dazzliug  round. 
And  real  pleasure  never  know. 

In  seeking  where  'twas  never  found. 


308  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Deluded  souls  !  if  they  were  wise, 

And  true  reflective  hearts  possessed, 
They'd  see  just  where  the  jewel  lies, 

Concealed  within  the  hunil)le  breast. 
Domestic  quiet  and  content, 

Benevolence  and  virtuous  love, 
Have  to  earth's  restless  children  lent 

Much  of  the  bliss  that  reigns  above ; 

And  if  at  home  they  sought  to  find 

The  blessinirs  in  the  distance  seen, 
And  were  not  to  the  pleasures  blind 

Around  their  own  secluded  green, 
We  ne'er  should  hear  the  bitter  plaint. 

Nor  see  the  tearful  eyelids  swell. 
But  find  in  many  a  house  a  saint, 

Where  now  the  untamed  Furies  dwell. 

With  heart  aglow  in  IMercy's  cause, 

Young  Ella  is  supremely  blest. 
When  at  the  hovels  she  can  pause. 

Where  children,  hungry  and  distressed, 
The  smile  of  love  have  seldom  seen. 

Or  felt  a  tender,  warm  embrace. 
Or  never  trod  a  patch  of  green  — 

Pent  up  in  a  close  airless  place. 

She's  pleased  to  take  them  far  away, 

To  some  delightful  verdant  spot, 
Where  they  can  run,  and  skip,  and  play. 

Unconscious  of  their  hapless  lot. 
To  hear  the  birds  sing  in  the  grove. 

And  sec  a  heaven  of  endless  l)luc, 
They  laugh  outright  —  so  much  to  love  .... 

With  everything  so  strange  and  new. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  309 

They  smell  the  flowers  and  fresh-made  hay, 

And  breathe  a  pure  and  wholesome  air ; 
Their  white  cheeks  on  the  grass  they  lay, 

And  lift  to  Heaven  an  artless  prayer. 
O  wondrous  change  ! — above,  below, 

And  all  around  !     Full  streams  of  joy 
Into  their  grateful  bosoms  flow. 

Without  a  shadow  to  annoy. 

A  dashing  Avatcrfdl  they  spy, 

Tumblinii'  adown  the  mountain's  side  ; 
Its  sparkles  catch  the  eager  eye. 

And  they  exclaim  with  love  and  pride, 
"How  beautiful !  "     Ah,  ne'er  before 

Has  generous  nature  charmed  them  so  ;  — 
They  gaze,  they  wonder  and  adore. 

And  linger  long  before  they  go. 

The  golden  butterflies  they  chase 

Seem  tiny  augels  on  the  Aving ; 
They  light  upon  the  rose's  face. 

To  tinge  it  with  the  hues  they  bring ; 
Then  skip  from  flower  to  flower  in  play, 

Rejoicing  in  the  sunny  beam  ; 
Now  sailing  with  the  breeze  away  — 

Now  floating  o'er  the  flashing  stream. 

They  see  the  sweetbrier  twist  around 

The  sapling  and  the  sturdy  oak  ; 
Now  listen  to  the  moaning  sound 

Of  sighing  winds.     The  silence  broke, 
They  leap  once  more  o'er  knoll  and  brush, 

And  catch  wild  nature's  thrilling  song, 
Then  through  the  mountain  pines  they  rush, 

As  if  they  were  a  hundred  strong. 


310  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  jasmine  and  the  juniper 

They  dance  around  —  inhale  their  sweets; 
With  wonder  gaze  upon  the  burr 

That  lurks  in  all  the  green  retreats  : 
Watch  every  movement  of  the  flowers, 

The  twinlding  leaves  and  tassellcd  fern  ; 
When  weary,  to  the  odorous  l)owers 

Beneath  the  cooling  shade  they  turn. 

The  pulse  of  nature  beateth  slow, 

With  no  discordant  voice  or  sound  — 
And  everything  with  smiles  aglo"W, 

From  glen  and  vale  to  woods  profound, 
With  precious  joy  the  heart  o'erflows  ; 

How  clear  the  sky  !  —  how  pure  the  air  ! 
Kow  splendidly  the  water  glows  ! 

What  love  and  beauty  everywhere  ! 

And  now,  buzz  !  buzz  !  —  the  bee  goes  by  ; 

O  what  a  knightly  creature  he  ! 
With  glittering  steel  upon  his  thigh, 

And  golden  bracelets  on  his  knee. 
The  whole  wide  range  of  nature  his. 

Each  flower  contributes  to  his  store, 
And  gives  to  him  its  sweetest  kiss  ;  — 

Could  earthly  monarch  ask  for  more  ? 

The  laboring  ants,  that  from  the  ground 

Bring  up  the  stones,  attract  them  now, 
And  they  delighted  gather  round 

To  see  them  work,  and  marvel  how 
The  tiny  things  such  weight  can  bring. 

And  labor  on  through  all  the  day ; 
Jhey  fancy  they  can  hear  them  sing, 

Whene'er  a  load  is  cast  away. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  311 

Awhile  they  stretch  themselves  beneath 

The  stately  trees.     The  balmy  air, 
A  luxury  they  love  to  breathe, 

And  the  bright  sunshine  everywhere. 
And  floating  clouds  and  pleasant  sounds. 

And  golden  l)irds  that  come  and  go, 
And  flashing  skies  and  flowery  grounds, 

With  love  and  joy  their  hearts  o'erflow. 

'Tis  like  a  heaven  on  earth.     The  rocks 

Are  fresh,  and  on  the  green  no  stain  ; 
The  voices  of  the  distant  flocks 

Come  to  them  like  the  distant  rain. 
And  every  blessed  moment  brings 

Something  to  instruct  them  or  to  please  ; 
Bright  sparkling  streams  and  l)ubbling  springs; 

Shrubs, leavcsandflowcrs  ;  vales,hills audtrees. 

O  full  of  life!     O  full  of  glee! 

They  hear  the  sparrow's  wondrous  song ; 
A  squirrel  on  the  beech  they  sec, 

And  watch  his  playful  movements  long. 
Now  he  ascends  the  topmost  limb. 

And  leaps  beyond.     The  screaming  jay 
Attracts  them  Avith  his  gaudy  trim, 

And  in  a  moment  flies  away. 

The  strawberries,  reddening  at  their  feet, 

They  pluck  and  eat.     They  never  saw 
Xhe  fruits  that  seemed  one-half  as  sweet. 

Upon  a  distant  tree,  caw  !  caw  ! 
A  crow  is  seen.     They  clap  their  hands 

And  run  for  life  ;  but  he  has  llown  ; 
Anon  they  pick  the  glittering  sands 

That  nature  round  the  pond  has  thrown. 


312  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

They  walk  upon  the  creeping  vines  — 

Hear  sounds  they  never  heard  till  now  — 
The  winds  that  murmur  through  the  pines, 

Or  whisper  from  each  leafy  bough. 
They're  filled  with  pleasure  and  surprise 

At  everything  which  they  behold  ; 
Vales  flowery  spread  —  green  hillocks  rise, 

And  all  bedroppcd  with  sparkling  gold. 

They  sit  and  muse  ;  they  rise  and  jump  ; 

They  pluck  the  leaves  ;  the  bushes  tear ; 
Examine  every  rock  and  stump  ; 

Leap  all  the  winding  streams  they  dare  ; 
Embrace  the  trees  and  twist  the  limbs, 

And  underneath  the  shadows  creep  ; 
Tired  out,  they  list  to  Nature's  hymns, 

And  ere  they  knoAV  it  fall  asleep. 

Hark  !  through  the  woods  wild  music  rings  ; 

They're  up  again  ;  away  —  away  ; 
Alas  !  they  meet  a  thousand  stings 

From  thistles  where  they  run  to  play. 
Retiring  to  a  shady  grove 

They  watch  the  sunshine  through  the  trees, 
Then  round  and  round  the  forest  rove. 

While  everything  conspires  to  please. 

A  partridge  whirrs  above  their  heads, 

iStartlcd  by  steps  and  voices  near; 
And  in  the  sun's  shmt  golden  threads 

Insects  of  various  hues  appear ; 
Now  ivied  trees  and  mossy  rocks 

Draw  them  aside  ;  but,  hark  again  I 
It  is  llic  noise  of  l)leating  flocks, 

And  the  loud  shout  of  laborinic  men. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  313 

Their  little  hearts  are  boiindino;  hifjli 

At  Avhat  they  see,  and  feel,  and  hear; 
The  broad  ijreen  fields  —  the  boundless  sky  — 

The  pure  sweet  air  —  and  on  the  car 
The  harmony  of  pleasant  sounds, 

From  insects,  birds  and  rivulets  — 
As  o'er  the  sward  each  urchin  bounds, 

And  in  a  wild  excitement  gets. 

Thev  feel  as  if  the  world  were  made 

Of  something  pleasanter  than  cold, 
Damp,  dingy  walls  —  with  endless  shade 

A-brooding  o'er  the  dwellings  old, 
As  tiles  fall  piecemeal  at  their  feet, 

And  everything  smells  of  decay  ; 
And  so  with  hapjiiness  complete 

They  pass  at  least  one  sunny  day. 

The  ('hildren  wasting  in  the  town, 

O  that  they  could  the  country  view  ! 
Partake  the  joys  —  the  sweets  that  crown 

The  field  and  hill  —  all  fresh  and  new  : 
Climb  up  the  trees  —  through  alders  dart  — 

See  clover  bloom  —  hear  rol)ins  s'lus. — 
Chase  the  brown  bee  —  the  rabbit  start, 

And  drink  from  the  cool  running  spring ; 

Follow  the  Avinding  stream  around, 

And  dance  l)eside  the  shady  jxuid. 
And  with  the  happy  lambkins  bound 

Over  the  hills  and  far  beyond  ! 
To  them  a  lesson  would  1)C  taught 

From  every  l)u.sh  and  daisied  sod, 
And  that  sweet  inspiration  caught 

AVhich  leads  the  loving  heart  to  God. 


314  SCHjOOL     IS     OUT. 

The  promise  of  :i  youth  so  bright 

As  Ella's  Avill  no  hopes  belie ; 
Life's  darkest  scenes  her  face  Avill  light, 

And  bid  disease  and  sorrow  fly. 
The  richest  blessings  to  bestow, 

With  cheerful  heart  and  ready  hand, 
In  deepest  dungeons  she  will  go  — 

Amid  disease  and  danger  stand. 

With  impulse  half  divine  she'll  lift 

The  load  from  many  a  clouded  heart ; 
And  love  —  a  tender  Father's  gift  — 

With  childlike  innocence  impart. 
With  ardent  faith  and  fervent  prayers, 

She  surely  will  prevail  with  Heaven ; 
How  blest  the  soul  that  daily  shares 

The  joy  of  hearts  with  sins  forgiven  ! 

There's  a  bridit  child  —  in  her  fair  hands 

She  holds  a  long  subscription-libt ; 
Before  her  little  mates  she  stands 

Pleadino;  for  cents.     This  is  the  gist 
Of  what  she  says  :  Children  out  West 

Are  poor,  with  no  good  books  to  read ; 
That  like  ourselves  thc}^  may  be  blest. 

We  wish  to  help  them  in  their  need. 

A  trifle  if  you  each  will  give, 

Can  do  a  large  amount  of  good  ; 
The  smallest  sum  they  will  receive 

With  real  heartfelt  gratitude. 
And  thus  the  pleading  child  obtains 

Whate'cr  she  can  from  all  her  friends ; 
And  with  no  trifling  care  and  pains, 

Through  older  hands  the  money  sends. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  315 

This  may,  perhaps,  be  well  enough — 

But  where  do  all  the  pennies  go  ? 
I'll  tell  you,  though  it  may  be  rough 

On  some  kind-hearted  souls  we  know. 
One  halt' the  pleading  agents  claim  — 

One  quarter  goes  for  clerks  and  rentals  — 
The  poor  receive  one  eighth  —  O  shame  !  — 

The  balance  —  that's  for  incidentals. 

There's  many  a  cause  which  finds  support 

From  widows,  orphans  and  the  poor  — 
I  know  I  speak  the  truth  —  who  ought 

Themselves  a  pittance  to  secure. 
Life's  common  comforts  are  denied 

For  charity,  as  they  suppose  ; 
For  agents'  use  it  is  applied  : 

And  here  is  where  the  money  goes. 

But  where  one  shilling  falls  beyond 

The  reach  of  selfish  hands,  at  least 
A  thousand  buy  a  Union  bond, 

Or  Qo  to  clerks  for  i:»av  increased. 
'Tis  no  imcommon  thing  to  say 

To  agents  Avhen  they  go  abroad, 
Keep  half  what  you  collect,  and  pay 

The  balance  to  the  treasury  board. 

We  might  an  institution  mark. 

Whose  funds  were  gathered  cent  by  cent ; 
But  men  were  mostly  in  the  dark  — 

They  knew  not  where  the  money  went. 
For  years  and  years  all  wo  could  loarn 

Frinn  clerks'  and  treasurer's  account, 
Was,  that  the  West,  a  great  concei'n. 

Had  swallowed  up  a  large  amount. 


31G  SCH.OOL     IS     OUT. 

Cheap  books  and  papers  by  the  score, 

From  shop  to  house  were  carried  round, 
While  every  day  the  cry  for  more 

Would  through  the  distant  valleys  sound. 
No  wonder  —  for  the  papers  were 

Collected  by  the  ton  and  sold  ; 
To  puerile  trash  the  poor  prefer 

To  have  a  small  amount  in  gold. 

True  charity  we  love,  but  from 

Our  inmost  heart  and  soul  detest 
The  spirit  we  perceive  in  some 

(They  doom  us  when  the  truth's  expressed) 
Who  live  at  case  —  c^row  stronsr  and  fat 

On  children's  pennies  —  widoMs'  mites  — 
Who  have  for  years  securely  sat 

In  saintly  chairs,  as  moral  lights. 

Like  fixtures  they  remain  nnmovcd 

So  long  as  they  can  manage  well. 
And  have  their  course  by  men  approved. 

Who  out  of  school  no  stories  tell. 
Such  is  the  world  ;  —  the  pampered  soul. 

Who  makes  his  boast  of  place  and  power, 
Is  helped  in  luxury  to  roll 

By  those  Avho  would  the  poor  devour. 

Give,  always  give  —  give  generousl}' : 

If  you  have  l>ut  a  mill  to  spare, 
It  may  do  more  for  charit}^ 

Than  thousands  from  the  millionnaire. 
The  spirit  you  possess  will  bring 

A  ])k'ssing  down  upon  your  head, 
Or  on  the  ear  your  doom  will  ring  — 

Bring  peace  and  joy,  or  grief  instead. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  317 

1 

Give,  when  you  feci  the  gold  will  be 

Devoted  to  a  sucred  cause  — 
Not  that  the  world  around  may  see, 

And  cheer  the  heart  with  vain  applause. 
Give  —  not  to  agents  who  retain 

The  substance  of  the  poor  ....  but  give 
Where  suffering  men  and  children  gain, 

And  rise  from  wretchedness  to  live. 

Give,  and  give  freely  where  you  know 

Your  charities  will  benefit. 
And  make  the  hearts  with  pleasure  glow. 

That  in  the  vales  of  sorrow  sit. 
When  you  arc  sure  the  oftcrinij's  fall 

In  worthy  hands,  that  all  can  trust, 
Be  wide  awake  to  Mercy's  call, 

And  scatter  broad  the  shinino;  dust. 

Give  with  a  heart  that  kindly  feels  ; 

Give  with  a  love  that  nought  can  chill ; 
Give  when  the  feeblest  soul  appeals  ; 

Give  in  God's  name  wath  rio:ht  cfood-will ; 
Give  in  sincerity  and  prayer ; 

Give  trusting  in  his  promise  sure  ; 
Give,  and  the  Lord  will  make  you  heir 

To  riches  that  in  lieaveu  endure. 

I  love  to  look  at  pleasant  Sue, 

She  is  so  liappy  day  by  day. 
And  always  has  some  work  to  do. 

When  she  is  tired  of  l)0()ks  or  play. 
Sometimes  a  little  patch  of  ground 

She  cultivates  with  studious  care, 
Where  plants  of  various  kinds  abound, 

With  ffowers  most  beautiful  and  rare. 


318  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

She  thus  displays  a  precious  taste, 

While  all  admire  her  gardeu  plot ; 
Pink,  daffodil  and  lily  chaste, 

The  crocus  and  forget-me-not, 
Each  in  its  season  sweetly  blows, 

And  lifts  to  heaven  its  smiling  face, 
And  on  the  breeze  a  perfume  throws  : 

Her  home  is  a  delightful  place. 

And  whilst  the  care  of  flowers  she  loves. 

No  real  duty  she  neglects  ; 
The  least  distress  her  pity  moves. 

And  all  in  danger  she  protects. 
At  home  she  is  a  blessing  found, 

And  makes  the  streams  of  gladness  flow ; 
Her  name  abroad  the  good  Avill  sound, 

That  all  a  Pkouty's  ^"^  worth  may  know. 

And  l)etter  still  —  the  Lord  records, 

In  the  bright  registry  of  heaven, 
The  faithful  acts  —  the  pleasant  words  — 

The  simplest  thing  in  kindness  given  — 
Among  the  names  of  those  who  will 

The  "-lories  of  his  kina'dom  share, 
Whose  humble  cftbrts  help  to  fill 

The  noble  song  triumphant  there. 

Sweet,  tender  child,  well  jdeascd  I  gaze 

Upon  thy  features,  bright  and  fair, 
Where  gentleness  with  beauty  plays, 

And  breezes  toss  thy  golden  hair. 
As  o'er  the  lawn,  with  nimble  feet. 

Thou  flycst  in  thy  sunny  bliss. 
Some  happy  cherul)  girl  to  greet. 

And  on  her  cheek  imprint  a  kiss. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  319 

O,  not  more  beautiful  the  floAvers, 

That  fling  their  fragrance  to  the  breeze, 
Than  thou,  child  of  the  summer  hours, 

Whose  h)ok,  and  word,  and  motion  please 
My  grateful  heart,  and  make  me  feel 

As  if  'twould  be  a  rare  deliijht 
Away  from  pressing  cares  to  steal, 

And  in  thy  rapturous  joys  unite. 

In  gentle  tones  I  hear  thee  speak 

Unto  the  selfish  and  morose  — 
To  those  "who  in  their  folly  seek 

The  world's  attention  to  en2:ross  — 
Who  lift  their  heads  as  if  they  were 

God's  independent  sovereigns  made, 
And  could  not  in  their  judgments  err, 

Or  their  important  selves  degrade. 

A  tear  sometimes  will  fill  thine  eye 

Whene'er  thy  schoolmates  manifest 
A  selfish  feeling  —  when  they  try 

To  waken  envy  in  the  breast;  — 
But  thy  kind  words  will  oft  alhi}'" 

The  angry  feelings  as  they  rise. 
And  make  upon  their  foreheads  play 

The  sunny  brightness  of  the  skies. 

I  watch  thee  in  thy  study  chair, 

When  gentle  thoughts  their  sparkles  toss, 
Or  when  the  teasing  imps  of  care 

Thy  pleasant  sunny  pathway  cross. 
The  same  sweet  look  I  see,  or  hear 

The  voice  of  praise  or  grateful  song, 
And  look  and  voice  m)'  spirits  cheer. 

And  so  I  gaze  and  limber  Ions:. 


320  SCHOOL      lii      OUT. 

As  bright  O  may  the  future  be, 

Where'er  thy  lot,  my  child,  is  cast; 
May  all  the  blessings  flow  to  thee 

That  made  life  joyous  in  the  past. 
And  Avhen  the  mandate  from  the  skies 

Shall  bid  thy  happy  soul  ascend, 
On  seraph  wings  mayst  thou  arise. 

To  perfect  joys  that  never  end. 

Dear  child,  so  pleased  to  sit  beneath 

The  spreading  elm's  refreshing  shade, 
And  hear  the  birds  their  matins  breathe, 

Amid  a  thousand  flowers  arrayed 
In  beauty  by  that  Power  divine. 

Who  listens  to  thy  artless  prayer  — 
O  may  a  useful  life  be  thine. 

Beneath  a  tender  parent's  care. 

That  will  in  paths  of  wisdom  load, 

And  make  thee  honored  and  beloved. 
Like  ONE  ^*^  (the  stricken  heart  will  bleed) 

Just  from  our  golden  ark  removed  ; 
Who,  kind,  affectionate,  sincere, 

Gave  no  offence  in  look  or  word  ; 
Who  had  for  everv  fjrief  a  tear  — 

For  every  tale  of  sorrow  heard  : 

Who  softly  pressed  the  aching  lirow, 

W^lien  temples  throbbed  and  fevers  raged 
(That  soothing  hand  !  I  feel  it  now) 

With  all  her  sympathies  engaged  ; 
She  Avatched  miwcaried  day  and  night, 

Beside  the  suff'(>ring  couch  to  bless  — 
As  if  it  Avas  her  chief  delight 

To  succor  pain  —  relieve  distress. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  321 

She  made  the  sufferings  all  her  oavii 

That  centred  in  a  neighbor's  l)reast ; 
She  heard  afar  the  stifled  groan, 

And  hastened  forth,  an  angel  guest ; 
The  secret  tear  she  wiped  away. 

And  kindly  soothed  the  silent  grief; 
On  sorrow's  cheek  she  made  to  play 

The  sunshine  of  a  quick  relief. 

In  all  life's  varied  duties  she 

AVith  humble  trust  fulfilled  her  part, 
With  quiet  sweet  humility. 

And  a  devout  and  thankful  heart. 
Generous  —  she  gave  whate'er  she  could, 

The  lost  and  w^retched  to  restore  — 
And  with  the  prayer  of  faith  she  stood 

To  plead  for  grace  at  Mercy's  door. 

AYhene'er  disturbing  passions  rose. 

That  threatened  to  destroy  the  peace 
Which  in  the  gentle  bosom  flows. 

Her  presence  made  contentions  cease. 
The  radiant  smile  of  kindness  won. 

And  bade  the  scowl  of  anger  flee, 
And  brighter  than  an  April  sun 

The  loving  spirit  seemed  to  be. 

To  suffer  it  Avould  be  her  choice. 

Than  by  a  look  severe  to  brino- 
Distress  —  or  l)y  a  hasty  voice 

To  utter  what  the  heart  might  sting; 
Nay,  rather  she  would  suffer  long, 

And  silent  ask  her  Lord  to  guide. 
Than  speak  a  Avord  that,  consfrued  wronc;. 

Might  lead  from  perfect  truth  aside. 


322  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

Living  for  God  and  heaven,  she  gave 

Her  thoughts,  her  love,  her  energies 
To  spread  His  truth  wlio  died  to  save, 

And  draw  the  "wandering  to  the  skies. 
Faithful,  sincere,  and  just  and  true, 

Of  pride  and  selfishness  devoid. 
In  "wisdom  and  in  grace  she  grew, 

And  perfect  peace  in  Christ  enjoyed. 

He  was  her  comfort  and  support. 

And  her  exceeding  joy.     Each  day 
The  lessons  that  his  Avisdom  taught 

Gave  strength  and  courage  by  the  way : 
She  knew  a  faithful  Friend  was  hers, 

To  shield,  invigorate,  uphold, 
Who  pities  when  his  creature  errs, 

And  shelters  in  his  loving  fold. 

In  all  her  trials  the  kind  hand 

Of  God  she  saw,  and  sweetly  rolled 
Her  cares  on  him.     An  angel  band. 

Commissioned  from  the  heavenly  fold. 
Would  cheer  her  heart,  and  make  her  feel 

That  sorrow  was  not  sent  in  vain  ; 
Then  peace  would  to  her  bosom  steal. 

And  former  joys  return  again. 

She  lived  to  Christ,  and  on  his  breast 

She  leaned  her  head  —  he  was  her  stay- 
And  thus  she  was  divinely  blest. 

Sad  was  the  scene,  so  sad  the  day, 
When  the  last  look  of  love  was  given  — 

AVhcn  to  the  mortal  flesh  we  clung. 
The  immortal  spirit  soared  to  heaven  ; 

And  mid  our  tears  this  hymn  we  sung  :  - 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  323 

"Who  fall  asleep  iu  Christ 

How  blest  arc  they  ! 
Ou  whose  glad  vision  bursts 

Unclouded  day  ! 
Removed  from  grief  and  pain, 
Sweet  is  the  peace  they  gain  : 

How  blest  are  they  ! 

Forever  blest ! 

Hark  !  from  the  skies  a  voice,  — 

"  The  dead  are  blest !  " 
"Who  sleep  in  Christ  secure 

Eternal  rest ; 
They  nevermore  will  sigh, 
No  tears  will  dim  the  eye ; 

In  Jesus  blest ! 

Forever  blest ! 

No  care  nor  anxious  doubt, 

With  Jesus  blest ! 
No  stain  of  pride  will  move 

The  gentle  breast ; 
No  fears,  no  rude  alarms, 
"Within  the  loving  arms 

Of  Jesus  blest ! 

Forever  blest  I 

Supremely  calm  and  still, 

Ilest,  mother,  rest ! 
Peace  to  the  spirit  fled. 

On  Jesus'  breast ! 
No  more  her  pulses  l)eat 
Amid  life's  feverish  heat, 

In  Jesus  l)lcst ! 

Forever  blest  I 


324  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

No  foes  "will  e'er  disturb 

Thy  peaceful  breast, 
No  sorrow  touch  the  heart 

111  Jesus  blest ! 
No  inward,  outward  foes 
Will  break  the  soft  repose, 

III  Jesus  blest ! 

Forever  blest ! 

O,  happy,  glorious  state. 

With  Jesus  blest, 
Among  the  saints  of  light, 

An  angel  guest ! 
Love,  as  the  ages  roll. 
Will  beam  upon  the  soul 

AVith  Jesus  blest  I 

Forever  blest ! 

How  sweet  her  slumbers  are, 

In  perfect  rest ! 
O,  calm,  unbroken  sleep, 

In  Jesus  blest ! 
The  world  will  chafe  no  more, 
The  storms  of  Hie  are  o'er, 

AVith  Jesus  blest ! 

Forever  blest ! 

Dear  mother,  fore  thee  well, 

In  Jesus  blest ! 
O  mother  dear,  farewell. 

On  Jesus'  breast ! 
Hark  !  mid  the  angel  throng 
Wc  hear  thy  glorious  song, 

With  Jesus  blest  I 

Forever  blest  I 


SCHOOL    IS    OUT.  325 

'Twris  on  a  glorious  day  in  spring, 

Beneath  the  trees'  most  grateful  shade, 
While  birds  were  sweetly  caroling, 

The  precious  dust  we  gently  laid. 
Wife,  mother,  rest !    Crushed  hearts  shall  keep 

Thy  memory  forever  dear, 
And  linger  oft  to  mnse  and  weep, 

And  strew  the  choicest  flowerets  here. 

A  few  more  suns  shall  onward  roll. 

And  summer  glories  Ijloom  and  fade, 
And  then,  conjubilant,  the  soul 

(The  body  with  these  ashes  laid) 
Shall  meet  its  kindred  in  the  sky. 

Its  God  —  its  Saviour  to  adore  : 
Faith  brings  the  brio:ht  c-lud  moment  niijh, 

When  the  redeemed  shall  part  no  more. 

Shall  part  no  more  !     The  patriarch  old, 

The  child  of  yesterday,  will  be 
With  kindred,  friends,  in  one  sweet  fold, 

From  pain  and  sin  forever  free  : 
The  Hindoo  saint  with  him  who  sung 

"Beneath  the  gospel's  wondrous  blaze, 
With  every  nation,  tribe  and  tongue. 

All  tilled  with  love  and  grateful  praise. 

The  cares  of  earth  will  be  forgot ; 

The  trials  and  the  pains  severe  ; 
The  persecutions,  iierce  and  hot, 

And  death  that  sundered  friends  most  dear : 
The  enmity  that  once  assailed 

The  cross  of  Christ — with  all  the  pride 
That  men  at  truth  and  virtue  railed, 

AVhen  they  the  Lord  of  life  denied. 


326  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 


Yes,  all  forgot  amid  the  songs 

That  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
From  the  pure,  bright,  and  happy  throngs 

That  move  in  praise  on  tireless  wing ; 
Forgot  in  the  immortal  love 

That  glows  within  a  Saviour's  breast  — 
The  joy  of  all  the  saints  above  : 

Sweet,  blessed  peace  !  —  eternal  rest ! 

Thus  muse  I  when  I  see  a  group 

Of  joyful  blooming  girls  at  play  ; 
With  bat  and  ball,  or  trundling  hoop  ; 

Or  dancing  round  the  Queen  of  May. 
On  scenes  so  beautiful  I  look  j 

1  look  with  wonder  and  delight, 
And  throw  aside  my  pen  and  book ; 

Too  full  to  read  —  too  pleased  to  write. 

Play  on,  sweet  children,  dance  and  sing. 

And  merry  make  life's  golden  prime  ; 
It  will  not,  dears,  be  always  spring. 

And  life  will  have  its  autumn  time. 
Play  on,  and  with  your  music  "svako 

In  other  hearts,  as  now  in  mine, 
Those  aspirations  which  partake 

Less  of  the  earthly  than  divine. 

Play  on,  beneath  the  summer  sky, 

Amid  the  flowers  that  bloom  around, 
As  happy  as  the  l)irds  that  fly. 

With  peace,  and  love,  and  gladness  crowned. 
Play  on,  while  scented  breezes  kiss. 

And  gently  toss  your  golden  hair, 
And  every  gloomy  thought  dismiss  ; 

And  I  will  in  your  pleasures  share. 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  327 

I  seem  to  be  a  child  again  — 

Once  more  I  leap  amid  the  throng ; 
Farewell  to  care  —  adieu  to  pain  — 

I  join  exulting  in  your  song. 
The  rose  still  lingers  on  my  cheek  — 

There  are  no  wrinkles  on  my  brow  — 
And  with  the  hopes  of  youth  I  speak  : 

Alas  !  can  I  be  ajrcd  now  ? 


o 


Each  happy  word  —  each  plaj'ful  air  — 

Each  smile  of  gladness  —  look  of  love  — 
Sprijigs  to  my  heart,  and  moves  it  where 

A  thousand  scenes  have  failed  to  move. 
Though  weak  my  voice  and  dull  my  ears, 

With  palsied  limbs  and  failing  sight, 
I  leap,  forgetful  of  my  years. 

And  with  you  in  the  sports  unite. 

O  time  !  —  With  lightning  speed  it  flies  ! 

These  school-day  scenes  will  soon  be  o'er ; 
You  Avill  so  forth  to  fall  or  rise, 


ft 


To  meet  as  now,  ah,  nevermore ! 
Your  paths  diverging,  east  and  west, 

Some  will  the  lap  of  pleasure  find, 
Be  in  the  arms  of  love  caressed, 

With  friends  sincere,  and  always  kind. 

Life's  chilling  storms  may  others  meet, 

AVith  poverty's  eml)ittercd  sting. 
While  harsh  and  selfish  feelings  greet 

The  tenderest  thought  that  love  can  bring. 
But  all  at  last  Avill  reach  the  end ; 

It  may  be  ten  or  fifty  years  ; 
When  death  will  prove  a  welcome  friend. 

Or  fill  the  breast  with  trembling  fears. 


328  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

So  live,  I  pray,  that  all  your  ways 

Pure  guardian  angels  may  attend  ; 
May  love  en  wreathe  your  hapjiy  days, 

And  virtue  crown  them  at  the  end. 
Know  God,  and  serve  him  ;  never  give 

A  thought  to  evil ;  fear  to  sin  ; 
Then  from  his  hand  you  will  receive 

The  prize  that  upright  actions  win. 

Your  course  through  life  will  be  serene, 

Unmoved  by  censure  or  by  praise  ; 
You  will  preserve  a  peaceful  mien. 

Indifferent  to  the  world's  displays  : 
With  simple  trust  look  daily  up, 

Thankful  for  kindnesses  bestowed, 
And  know  the  bliss  that  fills  your  cup 

From  a  kind  Father's  hand  has  flowed. 

Your  voices  I  shall  hear  again, 

Your  smiling  faces  I  shall  see  ; 
But  not  in  sadness  —  not  in  pain  — 

Shall  one  bright  spirit  come  to  me. 
In  golden  fields  beyond  the  sky 

Each  angel  spirit  will  be  found. 
Where  sorrow  never  dims  the  eye  — 

With  honor  and  with  glory  crowned. 

Beside  the  saints,  in  ages  past. 

Whose  earnest  lives  to  God  were  given, 
And  Avho  triumphantly  at  last 

Obtained  the  crowning  bliss  of  heaven  — 
With  rapt  Isaiah,  fearless  Paul, 

Melancthon,  Luther,  and  the  host 
Of  martyrs,  proplicts,  priests,  and  all 

Who  stood  untiiuching  at  their  post  — 


SCHOOL     IS     OUT.  329 

With  loving  friends,  who  dropped  away 

In  guileless  youth's  bright  halcyon  years, 
Whose  souls  seemed  all  too  pure  to  stay 

Amid  the  "waste  of  grief  and  tears  — 
We  sliall  with  wonder,  love  and  praise 

Adore  the  oracc  that  bore  us  through 
The  perils  which  beset  our  ways, 

And  to  the  Savioin"'s  bosom  drew. 

One  and  another  we  shall  greet 

With  welcome  to  the  blest  abode, 
And  all  those  loving  words  repeat 

That  cheered  us  on  the  heavenly  road  : 
The  kindly  act  —  the  sympathy 

Which  in  the  o-rateful  bosom  dwelt. 
And  touched  the  heart  so  tenderly 

When  we  were  sad,  or  lonely  felt. 

No  word  will  be  forgotten  there. 

That  came  refreshing  to  the  breast ; 
No  faithful,  trusting,  broken  prayer. 

When  cares  o'erwhclmcd  and  grief  distressed  : 
No  look  that  more  than  kindness  spoke. 

But  M'ith  allcction  fresh  will  l)ring 
The  joys  that  through  the  sliadows  broke, 

And  made  the  sad  heart  joyful  sing. 

Toi2fether  we  shall  hvmn  the  songs 

80  faintly,  feebly  uttered  here  ; 
Taught  l)y  the  bright  seraphic  throngs 

Tliat  animate  the  heavenly  sphere  : 
Together  learn  the  wondrous  love 

That  glowed  within  a  Saviour's  breast, 
When  he  forsook  his  home  above. 

To  be  the  world's  unwelcome  guest. 


330  SCHOOL     IS     OUT. 

And  more  than  all  —  the  thought  that  we 

Shall  never  ijrieve  or  sin  ag-ain  ; 
A  fear  express  ;  a  trouble  see  ; 

Or  feel  a  single  throb  of  pain  — 
Will  make  tho  happy  soul  o'erflow 

With  grateful  joy.     O  blessed  day  ! 
When  we  our  Father's  voice  shall  know, 

And  never  from  his  bosom  stray  ! 

All  gathered  in  the  heavenly  fold, 

Redeemed  and  saved  by  grace  divine, 
How  blest  to  walk  the  streets  of  gold, 

And  in  the  robes  of  angels  shine  !  — 
With  love  and  virtue  to  increase 

And  brighten  as  the  ages  roll ! 
While  sweet  serenity  and  peace 

Shall  rest  forever  on  the  soul ! 


]S"OTES. 


^  Francis  B.  Fay  was  born  in  Southborongh, 
Mass.,  June  12, 1793.  He  became  a  citizen  of  Chel- 
sea, Mass.,  in  1831,  where  he  remained  till  1859  — 
a  period  of  twent^'-eight  j'cars  —  when  he  removed 
to  Lancaster,  Mass.,  Avhere  he  continues  to  reside. 
Mr.  Fa}'  was  the  first  JNIayor  of  Chelsea, 

^  William  Cutter  was  born  in  ^.'orth  Yarmouth, 
Me.,  Ma}'  15,  1801,  and  removed  to  Portland,  when 
3'onng,  with  his  father.  He  graduated  at  l>owdoin 
College  in  1821.  His  classmates  were  Judge  How- 
ard, Joseph  Libb}',  Dr.  John  Barrett,  llev.  Charles 
Soule,  and  others  more  or  less  distinguished.  He 
delivered  a  poem  on  Truth,  before  the  members  of 
the  Forensic  Club  in  Portland,  October  IG,  1.S29  — 
James  Brooks  being  the  orator.  Mr.  Cutter  also 
wrote  several  fine  poems  that  were  printed  in  news- 
papers and  magazines,  which  have  been  extensively 
copied  in  this  country  and  abroad.  For  two  years 
he  was  one  of  the  editors  of  the  Sabbath  School  In- 
structor. He  aftcrwaids  removed  to  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
In  1837  he  published  a  humorous  poem  —  "•  Humbug 
Extraordinary,  or  the  Beauties  of  Animal  Magnetism  ; 
being  INIiss  P>rackett's  Letters  to  Colonel  Stone, 
accompanied  with  Notes."  Mr.  C.'s  luime  did  not 
appear  on  the  title-page  of  this  work.  In  1S39, 
Mr.  Cutter,  in  connection  witli  Grenville  iMellen, 
edited  "  C^olman's  ^Monthly  Miscellany,"  pul)lished 
in  New  York,  which   was   continued    but   a  short 

(331) 


332  NOTES. 

time.  He  wrote  the  Life  of  General  Israel  Putnam 
in  184G,  and  the  Life  of  General  La  Fayette  in 
1849.     Mr.  Cutter  is  the  author  of  the  hymn  com- 


mencing 


"  Thy  neighbor?    It  is  he  whom  thou 
Hast  power  to  aid  and  bless  "  — 

which  has  been  attributed  to  various  authors  ;  also 
the  charming  little  poem  — 

"  What  if  the  little  rain  should  plead, 
,     So  small  a  drop  as  I 
Can  ne'er  refresh  the  thirsty  mead  — 
I'll  tarry  in  the  sky." 

Mr.  Cutter  was  one  of  the  best  men  we  ever 
knew.  He  died  in  Brooklyn,  February'  8,  1867, 
aged  G6  3-ears,  greatly  lamented  by  scores  who  sin- 
cerely loved  him.  Mr.  C.  was  a  son  of  tlie  late 
Hon.  Levi  Cutter,  for  many  j'cars  Ma^or  of  Port- 
land, Maine. 

^  John  L.  Sibley  was  born  in  Union,  Me.,  Dec. 
29,  1804,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  in  1825.  He 
was  ordained  at  Stow,  Mass.,  in  1829,  and  dismissed 
in  1833.  He  has  been  Librarian  at  Harvard  since 
1850.  Mr.  Sibley  is  the  author  of  a  History  of 
Union,  Me.,  and  a  Record  of  the  early  graduates  of 
Harvard. 

*  Danikl  Drew  was  born  in  Carmel,  N.Y.,  in 
1788.  A  man  of  great  wealtli,  he  has  given  to 
found  and  sustain  the  Tlieological  Seminary  at 
Madison,  N.  J.,  nearly-  a  million  dollars. 

*  Kov.  IciiABOD  Nichols  was  born  in  Portsmouth, 
N.  H.,  July  5,  1784,  and  removed  to  Salem  with  his 
parents  when  he  was  live  or  six  years  of  age.  He 
graduated  at  Harvard  in  1802.  For  several  j'ears 
he  was  a  tutor  in  mathematics  at  Cambridge.  On 
June  7,  1809,  he  was  ordained  as  colleague  with 


NOTES.  333 

Dr.  Deane,  of  Portland,  and  on  the  death  of  Mr.  D., 
in  1814,  he  became  sole  pastor  of  the  church.  In 
1821,  Bowdoin  College  conferred  the  honorary'  degree 
of  D.  D.  upon  Mr.  Nichols.  The  same  was  conferred 
b}'  Harvard  in  1831.  Mr.  N.  died  in  Cambridge, 
Mass.,  January  2,  1859,  aged  74.  Rev.  Andrew  P. 
Peabody  preached  a  sermon  on  the  death  of  Dr. 
Nichols,  in  the  First  Church  in  Portland,  January  7, 
which  was  prhitdd.  Tlie  Doctor  was  the  author  of 
a  work  on  Natural  Theology,  Hours  Avith  the  Evan- 
gelists, 2  vols.,  and  several  occasional  sermons. 

"  Rev.  Charles  Jenkins  was  born  in  Barre,  Mass., 
in  1786,  and  graduated  at  Williams  College  in  1813. 
For  several  years  he  Avas  preceptor  of  Westfield 
Academy.  In  1820  he  was  settled  over  the  Con- 
gregational Church  in  Greenfield,  IMass.,  where  he 
remained  about  five  years.  On  Noveml)er  9,  1825, 
he  w^as  installed  pastor  of  the  Third  Church  in 
Portland,  Me.  The  Sermon  on  the  occasion  was 
preached  by  Rev.  Sereno  E.  Dwiglit,  of  the  Park 
iStreet  Church,  Boston ;  Consecraliiig  Prayer,  b}' 
Rev.  Tliaddeus  Pomeroy,  of  Gorham  ;  Charge,  by 
Rev.  Jotliam  Sewall,  of  Cliesterville  ;  Right-hand  of 
Fellowship,  by  Rev.  Dr.  Payson,  of  Portland  ;  Ad- 
dress to  the  Church  and  Society,  l)y  Rev.  Asa 
Cummings,  of  North  Yarmouth.  "  After  a  fiiithful 
ministry  of  more  tlian  six;  years,  he  died  on  Thurs- 
day morning,  December  29, 1831,  ag(,'d  45  years.  In 
1830  Mr.  Jenkins  published  a  small  vohniie  of  Ser- 
mons on  tlie  obligations,  duties,  and  blessings  of 
the  Sabbath.  Several  occasional  sermons  and  ad- 
dresses had  been  previously  printed.  After  his 
decease,  in  1832,  a  volume  of  his  sernK)ns  was  given 
to  the  pulilic.  They  are  original,  and  remarkably 
well  written.  Mr.  Jenkins  is  su[)p()sed  to  be  the 
author  of  that  beautiful  hymn,  connnencing  — 

"  Swoet  is  Iho  last,  the  jiartiim;  ray, 
That  uslicrs  phicid  evening  in." 


334  NOTES. 

In  1833  we  published  a  small  volume,  "  My  Minister : 
or,  Sketches  of  the  Character  of  Rev.  Charles  Jen- 
kins," which  contains,  among  other  articles  of  his, 
several  poems  of  a  high  order.  A  son  of  Mr.  J., 
Rev.  Jonathan  L.  Jenkins,  is  pastor  of  the  Congre- 
gational Church  in  Amherst,  Mass. 

^  Rev.  AViLLiAM  T.  DwiGUT,  U.  D.,  son  of  Presi- 
dent Timothy  Dwight,  was  born  in  Greenfield, 
Conn.,  June  15,  1795.  He  graduated  at  Yale,  and 
studied  law  in  Philadelphia,  where  he  was  admitted 
to  the  bar.  He  soon  relinquished  law  for  the  min- 
isterial profession,  and  was  ordained  pastor  of  the 
Tliird  Church  in  Portland,  as  successor  to  Rev.  Mr. 
Jenkins,  June  6,  1832.  The  sei'mon  was  preached 
by  Rev.  Bennet  Tyler,  D.  D.  After  a  faithful  and 
devoted  ministry  of  nearly  a  thiril  of  a  century-,  Mr. 
Dwight,  from  failing  health,  resigned  his  charge, 
removed  to  Andover,  Mass.,  to  reside  with  a  daugh- 
ter, and  died  there  October  22,  1865,  aged  70  years. 
Mr.  Dwight  was  the  author  of  a  Life  of  his  brother, 
Sereno,  and  he  published  fourteen  occasional  ser- 
mons and  orations.  He  also  wrote  for  the  Christian 
Mirror,  while  abroad,  a  series  of  interesting  and 
instructive  letters.  A  sketch  of  the  Life  of  Dr. 
Dwight  is  printed  in  the  Congregational  Quarterly 
for  April,  18G9. 

**  Rev.  Albert  Hale  Plumb  was  born  in  Gow'anda, 
Erie  Co.,  N.Y.,  August  23,  1829  ;  graduated  at 
Brown  University  1855,  and  Andover  Seminary 
1 858.  He  became  pastor  of  the  Winnisimmet  Church 
in  Chelsea,  November,  1858,  and  resigned  in  Jan- 
uary, 1872,  to  become  pastor  of  the  Walnut  Avenue 
Church,  Roxbur}',  where  he  is  at  present. 

"  James  Brooks  was  born  in  Cape  P^lizabeth, 
]\Laine,  1807,  and  graduated  at  Waterville  College 
in  1831.  He  studied  law  in  the  office  of  John  Neal, 
and  for  some  time  edited  the  Portland  Advertiser. 
He  was  a  member  of  the  Legislature  of  Maine  in 
1835.     The  same  year  he  travelled  in  Europe,  and 


NOTES.  335 

wrote  letters  for  the  Advertiser  that  were  exten- 
sively copied.  On  his  return,  in  1836,  he  estab- 
lished the  Express,  in  New  York  cit}-,  a  journal  he 
conducted  till  his  death,  which  occurred  at  Wash- 
ington, April  30,  1873,  at  the  age  of  G6.  lie  was 
a  member  of  Congress  at  the  time. 

^^  RuFus  S.  FiiOST  was  born  in  Marlborough, 
N.  H.,  July  18,  1826.  AYhen  a  youth  he  came  to 
Boston,  and  entered  a  mercantile  house.  For  more 
than  a  quarter  of  a  century-  he  has  resided  in  Chel- 
sea, where  for  several  years  he  was  chosen  Mayor 
of  the  city.  He  is  connected  with  the  Winnisinimet 
Church,  and  for  a  long  time  was  the  efflcient  Super- 
intendent of  the  Sabbath  School.  Mr.  Frost  has 
been  a  member  of  the  General  Court.  He  was 
elected  Representative  to  Congress  in  the  fall  of 
1874.  A  few  years  ago  INIr.  Frost  selected  a  fine 
Library-,  which  he  purchased,  and  presented  to  his 
native  town.  Mr.  F.  is  respected  and  beloved  in 
the  community  where  he  has  so  long  resided. 

^^  Israel  Washburn  was  born  in  Livermore, 
Me.,  June  6,  1813,  and  is  a  lawyer  by  profession. 
For  some  years  he  had  a  successful  practice  in 
Orono,  Penobscot  County.  He  was  a  member  of 
the  Maine  Legislature  in  1842,  and  a  member  of 
Congress  from  1851  to  1861.  Mr.  AVasliburn  was 
Governor  of  Maine  from  1861  to  1863.  The  latter 
year  he  was  appointed  Collector  of  Portland. 

^-  John  Aliuon  Axdri:av  Avas  born  in  Windham,. 
Me.,  some  dozen  miles  from  Portland,  May  31,. 
1818;  graduated  at  Bowdoin  College  in  1837; 
studied  law  in  Bo.ston,  and  became  Governor  of 
Massachusetts  in  1860.  He  was  very  active  during 
the  late  rebellion,  and  by  his  patriotic  speeches 
electrified  the  Avhole  country.  While  ]Mr.  Andrew 
was  a  member  of  Bowdoin  College,  he  was  a  con- 
tributor to  a  weekly  paper,  which  we  then  publish- 
ing in  Portland.  He  died  October  30,  1867,  aged 
49  years. 


336  NOTES. 

^^  William  Lloyd  Garrison  was  born  in  New- 
buiypoi't,  Mass.,  December  12,  1804.  lie  learned  the 
trade  of  a  printer  at  the  office  of  the  Herald,  in  his 
native  town,  and  when  quite  young  contributed 
articles  to  the  columns  of  the  Herald  and  other 
papers,  in  which  he  manifested  much  S3'mpath3'  for 
the  down-trodden  and  oppressed.  In  1826  he  estab- 
lished tlie  Free  Press  in  Newbur3-port,  which  was 
continued  but  a  short  time.  The  National  Philan- 
thropist, a  temperance  paper,  published  in  Boston 
in  1827,  was  edited  b}-  ]\Ir.  G.  This  journal  was 
the  first  to  advocate  total  abstinence  from  intoxi- 
cating drinks.  In  1828  the  Spirit  of  the  Times  was 
published  by  him  in  Bennington,  Vt.  We  remem- 
ber with  what  interest  this  paper  was  read  by  us. 
It  always  contained  something  fresh  and  original. 
Mr.  G.  afterwards  became  associated  with  our  old 
friend  Lundy,  in  the  publication  at  Baltimore  of 
the  Genius  of  Universal  Emancipation  —  the  num- 
bers of  which  we  weekly  received  and  lead  with  deep 
interest,  and  have  preserved  in  our  library  to  the 
present  day,  and  even  now  we  often  look  over  its 
columns  with  pleasure.  For  denouncing  as  piracy 
the  act  of  taking  a  cargo  of  slaves  from  Baltimore 
to  Louisiana,  Mr.  G.  was  fined,  and  imprisoned  for 
seven  or  eight  weeks.  While  in  jail,  he  wrote  one 
of  the  best  sonnets  in  the  Flnglish  language.  Arthur 
Tappan  paid  his  fine,  and,  when  released,  Mr.  Garri- 
son came  to  Boston,  and  on  the  first  day  of  January-, 
1831,  established  the  Liljcrator,  an  uncompromising 
anti-slaver}^  paper,  which  he  conducted  with  remark- 
able ability,  until  December,  18G5,  when,  tlie  slaves  of 
this  country  Ijcing  emancipated,  he  felt  there  was 
no  further  call  for  his  services  as  editor,  and  the 
Liberator  was  discontinued. 

In  1831,  soon  after  jNIr.  Garrison  cstablislied  him- 
self in  Boston,  and  we  felt  sufficiently  interested  in 
the  cause  he  advocated  as  to  become  an  agent  for 
the  Liberator,  he  Avrotc  to  us  as  follows  —  the  letter 


NOTES.  337 

is  before  us  with  its  beautiful  ehirograpliy  —  which 
shows  his  remarkably  self-denying,  persevering  and 
Christian  spirit,  at  \his  early  stage  of  his  philan- 
thropic labors:  —  "If  I  were  politic,  and  intent 
onl}'  on  my  own  adA'ancement  or  pecuniary  interest, 
I  should  swim  with  the  popular  current,  instead  of 
breasting  its  powerful  influence.  It  has  always 
been  my  maxim — ^and  I  believe  I  have  lived  up  to 
it  —  that  truth  can  never  conduce  to  mischief,  and  is 
best  understood  by  plain  words.  I  am  for  hitting 
the  nail  on  its  head ;  for  complying  with  the  requi- 
sitions of  justice,  and  calling  things  by  their  right 
names,  be  the  consequences  what  tliey  may." 

At  one  period  the  Georgia  Legislature  offered  a 
reward  of  $5,000  for  the  arrest  and  conviction  of  Mr. 
Garrison. 

My.  Garrison's  pul)lications  are  "Thoughts  on 
African  Colonization,"  "  Sonnets,  and  other  Poems," 
and  several .  Addresses  to  the  colored  people.  A 
volume  of  Selections  from  his  writings  was  published 
in  1852.  Mr.  G.'s  name  will  go  down  to  posterity 
as  one  of  the  greatest  philanthropists  of  the  age. 

"  Martin  Brett  was  born  in  Bridgewater,  Mass., 
March  2C>,  179-4,  and  in  early  life  removed  to  South 
Paris,  Maine,  where  he  died  October  26,  18G3,  aged 
69.  Kev.  Dr.  Chickering,  of  Portland,  preached  a  dis- 
course at  his  funeral.  For  man}'  years  Mr.  Brett 
Avas  a  faithful  and  conscientious  deacon  of  the  Con- 
sreiiational  Church.  Over  various  signatures,  for 
a  series  of  3'ears,  he  wrote  many  excellent  articles 
for  the  Christian  Mirror,  some  of  which,  extensively 
copied  in  other  papers,  were  the  means  of  doing  a 
large  amount  of  good.  In  1825  Mr.  Brett  prepare^d 
a  small  volume  for  the  press,  entitled  "  IMiscellauy  ; 
containing  a  Variety  of  Anecdotes,  Religious  Ex[)e- 
riences,  etc.,  entertaining  and  useful  to  Serious 
Christians  of  every  name,  and  especially  to  Youth." 
As  a  copy  of  this  pleasant  and  instructive  little 
work  has  been  in  our  library  more  than  iifty  years, 


338  NOTES. 

it  would  be  no  eas}'  matter  for  us  to  part  Tvith  its 
company. 

^'  Mr.  Drake  and  Mr.  Dean  are  distinguished  anti- 
quarians. Samuel  G.  Dhake  was  born  in  Pittsfield, 
N.  II.,  October  11,  1798.  In  1828  he  removed  to 
Boston,  and  commenced  his  antiquarian  researches, 
tiie  result  of  which  was  the  publication  of  several 
works  —  among  others  the  Book  of  the  Indians, 
which  was  very  popular  at  the  time.  It  has  passed 
through  several  editions.  He  was  one  of  the  found- 
ers of  the  Genealogical  Society,  and  for  several 
years  edited  and  published  tlie  Qaarterlj-  Register. 
ile  continues  to  be  a  large  contributor  to  its  pages. 

JoiTX  W.  Dean  was  born  in  Wiscasset,  Me.,  March 
13,  1815.  Willie  .young  he  removed,  with  his  pa- 
rents, to  Portland,  and  learned  the  trade  of  a 
bookbinder.  At  the  age  of  twenty-one  he  found  his 
way  to  Boston,  where  he  becauie  interested  in  anti- 
quarian matters,  and  for  a  year  or  two  he  edited  tlie 
Genealogical  Register.  He  is  tlie  author  of  a  Me- 
moir of  Rev.  Nathaniel  Ward,  and  a  Memoir  of 
Rev.  Michael  Wigglesworth.  The  lionoraiy  degree 
of  A.M.  was  conferred  upon  him  in  1869,  by  Dart- 
mouth College,  lie  is  at  present  librarian  of  the 
Genealogical  Society. 

^°  Henry  D.  Tiioreau  was  born  in  Boston,  July 
12,  1817;  graduated  at  Harvard  in  1837,  after 
wliicli  he  taught  scliool  for  several  years.  In  1845 
he  built  him  a  small  house  near  Walden  Rond,  Con- 
cord, where  he  lived  in  retirement,  studying  nature, 
till  his  death,  which  occurred  May  6,  18()2.  ]\Ir. 
Thoreau  Avas  very  eccentric  in  his  character,  but 
possessed  a  great  deal  of  genius,  as  will  be  seen  by 
a  perusal  of  his  works  :  A  Week  on  Concord  and 
Merrimack  Rivers  ;  ]\Iaine  Woods  ;  Excursions  ;  A 
Yankee  in  Canada ;  Cape  Cod,  and  Letters  to  Va- 
rious Persons. 

^^  We  do  not  give  the  name  of  the  person  wc  have 
in  our  mind's  e3'e  ;    but  there  are  those  who  have 


NOTES.  339 

been  duped  by  trusting  too  confidingly  to  liim,  -who 
will  readily  recognize  the  individual. 

"  John  Neal  was  born  in  Portland,  Me.,  August 
25,  1793.  I-Iis  father  died  September  22,  1793,  at 
the  early  age  of  29  years,  when  John  and  his  twin 
sister  were  but  four  weeks  old.  His  mother  com- 
menced teaching  school  to  support  her.  little  family, 
which  she  continued  to  do,  for  the  love  of  the  em- 
plo3-ment,  till  a  few  years  before  her  death,  which 
occurred  December  11,  18-49,  at  the  age  of  80 
years. 

When  Neal  was  eight  or  ten  3-ears  of  age,  he  at- 
tended the  town  school  kept  by  Mr.  Stephen  Patten. 
In  1805  he  went  behind  the  counter  of  Munroe  & 
Tuttle,  who  kept  at  the  head  of  Union  Street.  In 
1811  we  find  him  a  clerk  in  the  dry  goods  store  of 
Mr.  Benjamin  AVillis  —  a  little  later  with  Mr.  George 
Hill  —  but  not  liking  the  m3-steries  of  trade,  or  his 
cmploj'er,  he  started  for  Boston  in  1814,  and  in 
September,  1815,  he  Avent  to  Baltimore,  just  after 
the  battle  of  Nortli  Point.  He  soon  after  associated 
himself  in  trade  with  John  Pierpont,  the  scholar  and 
poet.     For  a  time  the}'  succeeded  well. 

INIany  a  day  Neal  counted  the  profits,  which 
amounted  to  upwards  of  a  hundred  dollars.  After 
a  while  the  scale  turned,  and  Neal  and  his  partner 
became  bankrupt.  Pierpont  entered  the  ministr}', 
and  was  settled  for  many  years  over  the  llollis 
Street  Church,  in  Boston.  Neal  commenced  the 
study  of  law.  At  the  same  time  he  began  his  career 
as  a  writer,  b}'  furnishing  articles,  both  in  prose  and 
poetr}',  to  the  Portico,  a  monthly  magazine,  pub- 
lished in  Baltimore.  Writing  with  great  rapidity, 
he  turned  his  attention  to  novel  writing,  and  threw 
off,  in  a  few  )"ears,  tlie  following  Avorks  :  Keep  Cool, 
2  vols.,  1817  ;  Battle  of  Niagara  and  Goldau,  first 
edition,  1818  ;  second  edition,  much  enlarged,  1819  ; 
Logan,  2  vols.,  1822 ;  Kandoli)h,  2  vols.,  1823 ; 
Seventy-Six,  2  vols.,  1823  ;  Errata,  2  vols.,   1823 ; 


340  NOTES. 

Otlio,  a  tragedy,  rewritten  and  printed  in  tlic  Yan- 
kee in  1838.  Dnring  this  same  period  of  Mr.  Neal's 
life  he  wrote  about  one-half  of  Paul  Allen's  Amer- 
ican Revolution,  in  two  large  octavo  volumes.  The 
work  was  printed  in  1819. 

The  Battle  of  Niagara  was  a  remarkabl}'  startling 
and  original  poem.  There  are  passages  in  this 
book  that  have  never  been  excelled  by  any  Amer- 
ican writer  ;  not  even  by  B3-ron  himself,  one  of 
the  most  cherished  of  P^nglish  poets.  When  Niagara 
appeared,  the  late  Joseph  T.  Buckingham,  after 
perusing  a  number  of  pages,  exclaimed,  "Thank 
God  !     America  has  produced  a  poet  at  last !  " 

In  1824  Mr.  Neal  went  to  England,  and  contrib- 
uted largely  to  Blackwood,  and  other  magazines 
abroad,  and  while  in  London,  in  1825,  published 
Brother  Jonathan,  a  novel  in  three  volumes.  Mr. 
Neal's  first  article  in  BlackAvood  appeared  in  May, 
1824,  on  "Our  Five  Presidents  and  Five  Candi- 
dates." 

The  writings  of  Mr.  Neal  in  Blackwood  attracted 
considerable  attention,  and  led  him  to  an  acquaint- 
ance with  many  celebrated  characters.  Among 
others  was  the  distinguished  Jeremy  Bentham,  with 
whom  Neal  was  quite  intimate.  lie  continued  to 
correspond  with  him  till  his  death. 

"While  Mr.  Neal  was  in  P^urope  in  1825,  an  Eng- 
lish author  thus  spoke  of  Inm  :  "  Neal  is,  undeniably, 
the  most  original  writer  that  America  has  produced. 
He  writes  volume  after  volume,  to  the  tune  of  three 
or  four  a  month,  and  yet  we  could  hardly  open  at  a 
passage  without  finding  some  evidence  of  extraor- 
dinaiy  power,   prodigious   energy,  or   acute  think- 


ino." 


Soon  after  Mr.  Neal's  return  to  Portland  from 
England,  in  1827,  several  of  his  old  townsmen,  who 
had  taken  offence  at  his  writings  —  more  especially 
at  what  appeared  in  his  Errata  —  employed  a  large 
negro  to  follow  him  through  the  streets.     At  every 


NOTES.  341 

corner  Neal  met  the  ubiquitous  black.  "My  good 
fellow,"  said  he  to  liim  one  day,  "  are  you  employed 
to  follow  me?"  "I  am,"  was  the  reply.  '^  Well," 
continued  Neal,  "  it  is  the  best  business  j'ou  can  do, 
and  I  advise  you  to  continue  it  so  long  as  3'ou  can 
make  it  pa}'.  I  will  contribute  sometliing  towards 
it,"  at  the  same  time  handing  him  a  dollar.  Neal's 
enemies  soon  got  tired  of  this  business,  and  ceased 
further  to  molest  him. 

On  the  first  day  of  January-,  1828,  Mr.  Neal  started 
the  Yankee,  a  weekly  literary  paper,  which  was  con- 
tinued three  3'ears.  The  matter  it  contained  was 
mostly  original,  and  written  chiefly  by  Neal  himself. 

About  this  period  Mr,  Neal  gave  to  the  world 
Rachel  Dj'er  ;  England  by  a  Yankee  ;  Authorship  ; 
and  Down  Easters,  2  vols.  He  published,  in  1830, 
Principles  of  Legislation,  from  the  Manuscript  of 
Jeremy  Bentham,  Bencher  of  Lincoln's  Inn.  By 
M.  Dumont.  Translated  from  the  second  corrected 
and  enlarged  edition  ;  M'ith  notes,  and  a  Biograph- 
ical Notice  of  Jeremy  Bentham  and  of  M.  Dumont. 
John  G.  Whittier  was  one  of  the  contributors  to 
the  Yankee. 

He  also  published  An  Address  before  the  Port- 
land Society  for  the  Promotion  of  Temperance,  Feb- 
ruary 11,  1829  ;  An  Oration  before  the  Citizens  of 
Portland,  Jul}'  4,  1838;  A  Discourse  before  the 
United  Brothers'  Society  of  Brown  University,  Sep- 
tember 4,  1838  ;  An  Appeal  from  the  American 
Press  to  the  American  People,  in  behalf  of  John 
Bratisli  Eliovich,  1840.  Some  years  later  he  wrote 
One  Word  More,  and  True  Womanhood. 

At  one  lime  Mr.  Neal  was  coimected  with  the 
Boston  Galaxy,  as  one  of  the  editors  ;  at  another 
period  he  was  associate  editor  of  the  Brother  Jona- 
than, a  weekly  literary  pai)er  printed  in  New  York. 
He  also  wrote  largely  for  the  Poitland  Tribune,  a 
literary  paper  puljlishcd  by  ourself,  some  thirty 
years  ago.     Mr.  N.  has  written  for  various  maga- 


342  NOTES. 

zines  and  newspapers  matter  sufficient  to  fill  at  least 
fifty  duodecimo  volumes.  Mr.  Neal's  more  recent 
works  are,  an  account  of  the  great  Portland  fire, 
Jul}'  4,  18GG  ;  Great  Mysteries  and  Little  Plagues  ; 
Wandering  Recollections  of  a  Somewhat  Busy  Life, 
an  Autobiography  ;  and  Portland  Illustrated. 

Mr.  Neal  still  contributes  largely  to  the  public 
press.  He  has  accomplished  more  during  his  life- 
time, we  veril}'  believe,  than  a  dozen  ordinary  per- 
sons could  perform.  He  is  always  at  work  —  for 
himself  or  others  —  in  kind  and  benevolent  acts,  or 
in  something  that  will  promote  the  interests  of  his 
native  city,  to  which  he  feels  strongly  attached. 
We  have  before  us  upwards  of  a  hundred  letters 
which  Mr.  Neal  has  written  Avithin  the  past  few 
years,  and  written,  too,  when  his  hands  were  full  of 
business  and  his  mind  occupied  with  his  professional 
duties,  the  wants  of  his  tenants,  his  obligations  to 
his  family  and  his  church,  or  when  harassed  and 
perplexed  with  a  thousand  important  things.  Mr. 
Neal  can  read  some  dozen  or  fifteen  languages,  in 
several  of  which  he  excels.  He  is  an  excellent  de- 
bater, and  a  remarkably  interesting  public  speaker. 
He  is  ready  on  all  subjects,  and  on  all  occasions, 
and  is  never  at  a  loss,  or  thrown  off  his  guard.  We 
have  heard  him  on  various  occasions,  and  never 
knew  him  to  fail  to  iiiterest  and  electrify  his 
audience. 

Mr.  Neal  is  a  gentleman  of  large  public  spirit.  It 
was  mainly  through  his  instrumentalit}-  that  Port- 
land became  a  city.  But  for  his  cflTorts  the  beau- 
tiful Exchange,  destroyed  b}'  the  fire  in  18GG,  would 
never  have  been  built ;  and  Neal  did  more  than 
au}'  other  man,  probabl}',  to  stimulate  the  citizens 
of  Portland  in  the  great  enterprise  of  building  the 
Atlantic  and  St.  Lawrence  Railroad.  Wherever 
there  is  a  society  for  the  dissemination  of  useful 
knowledge  or  Christian  efficiency,  Mr.  Neal  Avill  be 
found  among  its  strongest  advocates.    He  spares  no 


NOTES.  343 

efforts  —  he  withholds  no  means  in  his  power  to 
promote  the  interests  of  his  native  place  and  the 
welfare  of  its  citizens. 

Mr.  Neal  is  a,  strong,  powerfnl  and  eloquent 
WTiter.  His  reach  is  far  above  the  clouds,  and  he 
seems  to  take  in  the  universe  at  a  glance.  In  the 
language  of  George  A.  Bailej^,  in  his  apostrophe  to 
Neal  — 


The  mighty  cataract's  thunderous  roar  — 
The  swoop  of  eagle's  wings  — 

And  tramp  of  armies  on  their  march, 
With  him  are  sacred  things." 


Mr.  Neal  may  have  enemies.  Why?  Because  he 
is  original,  independent,  determined,  and  sometimes 
suffers  his  passion  to  get  the  mastery  of  his  better 
nature.  He  will  have  his  own  way,  if  possible, 
when  he  feels  that  he  is  in  the  right,  do  wdiat  you 
mav.  Let  him  attempt  anything  of  importance 
and  he  will  carry  it  through  at  all  hazards.  If 
j'our  cause  is  a  righteons  one,  however  difficult,  it 
will  be  impossible  for  him  to  see  obstacles  in  your 
patli,  or  to  doubt  jour  ultimate  success.  Some 
j-ears  ago  he  made  strenuous  efforts  to  uphold  his 
friend  General  Bratish,  believing  him  to  be  a  much- 
abused  man,  when  the  General  had  but  few  friends 
in  the  country  ;  but  Neal  Mas  ol)ligcd,  at  last,  to 
give  hira  up,  after  he  had  missed  a  few  valuable 
books  from  his  library  and  some  expensive  articles 
from  his  house. 

Mr.  Neal  is  as  quick  as  a  flash.  Get  liim  angny, 
and  woe  to  your  devoted  head.  The  color  leaves 
his  face  and  a  cataract  of  words  falls  from  his  lips, 
while  you  arc  in  fear  of  instant  anniiiihilion.  If 
you  make  him  a  promise  and  fail  to  fuKil  it,  keep 
out  of  his  sigiit.  If  you  meet  him,  we  would  not  be 
in  your  shoes  for  a  sixpence.  But  Noal's  tcmi)or  is 
soon  over.      Call  upon   him  half  an  hour  after   a 


344  NOTES. 

torrent  of  invective,  and  ten  to  one  he  will  take  you 
by  the  hand,  and  beg  a  thousand  pardons  for  his 
rashness  and  unchristian  conduct,  and  tell  ^-ou 
what  a  fool  he  has  made  of  himself. 

Mr.  Neal  is,  after  all,  one  of  the  most  kind  and 
accommodatino-  men  in  the  world.  He  will  do 
an^'thing  reasonable  —  move  heaven  and  earth,  if  it 
were  possible  —  to  assist  a  friend,  and  will  never 
forsake  him,  so  long  as  he  feels  that  integrit}'  is  the 
moving  principle  of  his  heart.  He  has  assisted 
scores  of  writers,  both  male  and  female  —  artists 
and  merchants  without  number  —  man}-  of  whom 
are  indebted  to  him  for  the  advantageous  positions 
they  occup}'  to-da}-. 

Whatever  Mr.  Neal  undertakes,  he  enters  with 
all  his  energies.  There  is  no  half-way  about  him  ; 
no  hesitancy,  no  vacillation.  He  is  never  dis- 
couraged ;  is  never  troubled  with  the  dumps,  and 
appears  to  grow  more  resolute  and  determined 
when  a  failure  is  predicted  liy  alarmed  and  waver- 
ing friends.  He  is  just  the  man  for  an  emergenc}'. 
He  fears  nothing  earthl}',  and  suffers  no  one  to 
molest  him,  or  to  hold  him  back.  Insult  him, 
and  you  may  thank  your  stars  that  you  are  not 
on  your  back,  or  at  the  bottom  of  the  stairs.  A 
Frenchman,  a  professed  pugilist,  once  called  upon 
him  for  satisfaction  for  some  fancied  insult.  "  I'm 
ready  for  you,"  said  Mr,  Neal,  in  his  quick,  off- 
hand way ;  "  if  you  want  to  fight,  choose  3'our 
weapons."  The  poor  fellow  was  so  disconcerted 
and  frightened  at  the  courage  and  determination 
of  Neal,  that  he  begged  his  pardon  and  left  his 
office,  thankful  that  he  had  escaped  with  a  whole 
skin. 

Some  twent3'-five  years  ago,  Mr.  Neal  took  a 
decided  stand  in  favor  of  personal  religion,  and 
united  with  the  High  Street  Congregational  Church 
in  Portland,  wherij  he  has  since"  been  an  active,  ef- 
ficient member  —  exerting  a  wide  and  healthy  influ- 


NOTES.  345 

ence  in  the  Sabbath  school  and  the  conference 
room,  and  on  the  side  of  Christianity,  wherever  it  is 
fonnd  —  with  constant  and  increasing  trust  in  his 
Heavenly  Father,  and  in  Christ,  his  elder  brother. 

Bowdoin  College  conferred  on  Mr.  Neal  the  hon- 
orary degree  of  A.M. 

Altliough  upwards  of  fourscore  3"ears  of  age,  Mr. 
Neal  has  the  appearance  of  a  man  of  fifty-five  or 
sixtv.  Being  alwavs  accustomed  to  healtliy  exer- 
cise,  he  lias  all  the  vigor  and  firmness  of  a  man  in 
middle  life.  With  sandy  hair,  full  blue  eyes,  a  high 
forehead  and  a  majestic  figure,  he  will  pass  for  a 
handsome  man.  AVhoever  wishes  to  find  a  noble 
specimen  of  true  Yankee  character,  inwardly''  and 
outwardly,  can  behold  it  in  perfection  b}'  calling 
upon  John  Neal,  and  spending  half  an  hour  in  his 
society. 

^'•'  William  Hammond,  an  enterprising  and  Chris- 
tian merchant,  was  born  in  Portland,  Me.,  Novem- 
ber 17,  1816.  For  several  j-ears  he  was  a  member 
of  the  Cit\'  Council.  He  is  now  one  of  the  Directors 
of  the  Canal  Bank.  Retiring  in  his  habits,  Mr.  H. 
never  sought  for  office,  although  capable  of  filling 
almost  any  one  in  the  gift  of  the  people.  He  is  a 
sterling  man,  and  an  honor  to  the  city  that  gave 
him  Inrth. 

^  Zaciiary  Eddy,  D.  D.,  a  distinguished  orthodox 
divine,  Avas  born  in  Stockbridge,  Vermont,  Decem- 
ber 19,  1815  ;  ordained  by  the  Presbytery  of  Penn- 
sylvania, March  IG,  1835  ;  settled  at  Springville, 
N.y.,  in  183'J  ;  went  to  Western  AVisconsin  as  a 
missionary  in  1843,  and  was  pastor  at  Mineral 
Point  some  five  or  six  years.  In  1850  Mr.  Kddy 
settled  in  Warsaw,  N.  Y,,  and  in  1857  was  installed 
as  pastor  of  the  First  Church  in  Northampton,  ]\Iass. 
Ten  years  later  he  was  settled  over  the  l^eformed 
Dutch  Church  in  Brooklyn,  N.Y.  In  l.s71  he  re- 
moved to  Ciiclsea,  ]\Iass.,  and  was  installed  i)astor 
of   the   Central  Congregational   Cluuxli,  where   he 


346  NOTES. 

remained  two  3-ears.  In  1873  Mr.  Eddj'  asked  his 
dismission,  and  is  now  pastor  of  a  cliurcli  in  Detroit, 
]\Iichigan.  TIic  degree  of  A.  M.  was  conferred  on 
Mr.  E.  by  Brown  Universit}',  and  tlie  lionorar}^  de- 
gree of  D.  D.  by  Williams  College. 

Mr.  Edd}-  —  the  original  name  was  Aede  —  is 
of  Norman  descent,  from  Rev.  William  Eddy,  Vicar 
of  Cranbrook,  Kent  County,  England,  whose  son 
Samuel  emigrated  to  Plymouth  in  1638. 

Dr.  Eddy  has  written  a  Life  of  Christ,  and  pre^ 
pared  a  valuable  Hymn  Book  for  use  in  our 
churches. 

^^  Edward  Payson,  D.  D.,  was  born  in  Rindge 
N.  H.,  July  25,  1783;  graduated  at  Ilarvai'd  CoU 
lege  in  1803,  and  for  three  years  was  preceptor  of 
the  Academy  in  Portland.  Feeling  it  to  be  his  duty 
to  enter  the  ministry,  he  relinquished  his  school, 
and  on  December  16,  1807,  was  ordained  as  col- 
league with  the  Rev.  Elijah  Kellogg  of  the  Second 
Church.  In  a  few  years  he  became  sole  pastor  of 
the  church,  where  he  remained,  devoted  to  his  work 
and  beloved  by  his  people,  till  his  remarkably  tri- 
umphant death,  which  occurred  on  Mondaj^,  October 
22,  1827,  at  the  age  of  44  years.  During  his  min- 
istry of  twenty  years,  there  were  constant  accessions 
to  ills  church,  so  that  it  became  the  largest  and 
most  flourishing  in  the  State. 

In  June,  1806,  Mr.  Payson  was  called  upon  by  a 
committee  of  the  Federal  Republicans,  who  informed 
him  that  he  was  appointed  to  deliver  an  Oration  on 
the  coming  anniversary  of  our  National  Indepen- 
dence. He  accepted  without  hesitation,  and  imme- 
diately commenced  his  labors.  On  the  following 
evening  the  Oration  was  completed,  and  committed 
to  niemor}'.  The  whole  work  was  accomplished  in 
twent3'-four  hours,  whicli  shows  the  remarkable 
powers  of  the  man. 

The  Doctor  invited  two  of  his  particular  friends 
to  hear  hiui  repeat  the  Oration,  so  that  they  might 


X  o  T  E  s  .  347 

point  out  its  faults  to  the  best  of  their  judgment. 
One  of  his  Iiearers  was  a  sea-captain,  and  tlie  other 
a  liberally  educated  gentleman. 

In  the  course  of  his  Oration,  Mr.  Paj'son  took 
occasion  to  allude  to  some  of  Mr.  Jefferson's  ap- 
pointments to  the  highest  offices  of  State,  and  said 
they  reminded  him  of  exuvii>3  found  on  the  highest 
mountains  ;  it  showed  the  depth  from  which  they 
were  drawn.  The  sea-captain,  who  was  better  ac- 
quainted with  ropes  than  tropes  and  figures,  ob- 
jected to  the  word  exuviae.  He  stated  that  his 
audience  would  not  understand  him.  The  other 
gentleman  was  of  a  different  opinion. 

Wlieh  the  captain  left  the  room,  Dr.  Pa3'son  re- 
lated the  following  anecdote  :  Whenever  Cicero,  the 
Eoraan  orator,  composed  an  oration  to  be  pro- 
nounced before  the  people,  he  al\va3's  sent  for  an 
old  woman  who  usuall}^  attended  the  fish  market, 
and  read  his  oration  to  her ;  and  if  she  approved  of 
it,  he  was  always  successful. 

Tlie  Oration  was  delivered  in  the  Second  Parish 
Church,  and  was  pronounced  by  the  Portland  Gaz- 
ette as  "  elegant  and  spirited,  which  was  received 
with  entiuisiastic  applause  by  a  large  and  respect- 
able audience." 

After  the  Oration,  the  people  assembled  at  Union 
Ilall  to  partake  of  an  entertainment  the  citizens  had 
provided.  Among  the  toasts  offered  was  the  fol- 
lowing. In'  Mr.  Pa^-son  :  "The  Commonwealtli  of 
Massacliusetts  ;  may  it  long  be  the  Ararat,  amid 
the  overwhelming  deluge  of  democracy',  on  Avliich 
the  ark  of  constitution  may  rest." 

This  was  the  last  time  that  ]Mr.  P.  was  known  to 
address  or  take  part  in  a  public  meeting,  wliich  was 
not  of  a  strictly  religious  nature.  A\'e  are  not  aware 
that  he  ever  Avrote  on  any  secular  subjects,  if  we 
may  except  a  ))()ctical  adiji-css,  which  he  furnished 
the  Portland  Gazette  at  the  connneucement  of  the 
year,  while  preceptor  of  the  Academy. 


348  NOTES. 

In  school  discipline,  the  Doctor  was  opposed  to 
cori)ornl  pnnishment.  He  preferred  to  confine  a 
disobedient  scholar  au  hour  or  two  after  the  school 
was  dismissed. 

One  of  his  pupils,  afterwards  the  Hon.  Bellamy 
Storer,*  of  Cincinnati,  violated  the  rules  of  the 
school,  and  was  forbidden  to  leave  Avhen  school  was 
dismissed.  The  Doctor  locked  the  house-door  and 
went  to  his  dinner,  and  hurried  back  to  release  his 
prisoner  ;  but  conceive  of  his  astonishment,  as  he 
approached  the  house,  to  find  3-oung  Storer  hanging 
from  the  second  story  window,  holding  on  to  the 
sill.  The  Doctor,  seeing  his  perilous  situation,  cried 
out,  —  "  Hold  on,  Bellamy,  hold  on  !  "  whil^  he  un- 
locked the  house,  ran  up  stairs,  and  relieved  him 
from  his  dangerous  position,  by  pulling  him  into 
the  window. 

AVhen  the  Doctor  was  quite  a  young  man,  he  was 
fond  of  spending  a  few  hours  Avith  a  friend  at  whist ; 
but  when  he  made  up  his  mind  to  preach  the  gospel, 
he  relinquished  this  amusement,  thinking  it  a  waste 
of  precious  time.  One  evening,  when  it  had  grown 
quite  late,  he  made  the  following  apt  quotation 
from  Virgil :  — 

"  Suadent  cadentia  sidera  somnos" 

—  the  setting  stars  advise  sleep.    The  company  soon 
dispersed. 

Dr.  Payson  was  an  earnest  and  devoted  minister, 
and  the  happy  influence  he  exerted  while  living  has 
been  widening  and  extending  since  his  decease. 
We  esteem  it  a  privilege  that  when  a  child  we  be- 

*  T]cllamy  Storer  was  a  native  of  Portland,  and  a 
brollicr  of  the  late  Deacon  Woodbury  Storer.  He  studied 
law,  and  in  early  life  settled  West.  In  IHJU  he  was  chosen 
a  member  of  Congress.  For  many  years  he  was  Judge  of 
the  Superior  Court;  of  CJinciuuati,  Ills  death  occurred 
June  1,  1875,  at  the  age  of  89. 


NOTES.  349 

longed  to  the  Sabbath  school  connected  with  his 
church,  that  we  attended  his  Bible-class,  and  listened 
so  often  to  his  fervent  pra3-ers  and  faithful  preach- 
ing. A  pastor  more  zealous  for  the  truth  —  one 
whose  chief  business  in  life  was  the  conversion  of 
his  Hock  and  the  honor  of  his  Master  —  we  have  never 
known.  He  mingled  but  little  with  the  world  ;  for 
its  annisements  and  its  follies  he  had  no  taste.  A 
great  and  noble  object  he  had  in  view.  A  friend  of 
ours,  with  several  other  young  men,  visited  Dr. 
Payson  while  on  his  dying  bed,  when  he  seriousl}' 
and  solemnly  addressed  them  in  language  the}'  never 
forgot.  Said  the  Doctor  :  "The  young  convert  can 
no  mofe  comprehend  the  joy  I  now  feel,  than  the 
little  child  of  four  years  old  can  understand  the 
value  of  the  title-deeds  which  convey  to  him  a  great 
estate.  He  may  be  pleased  with  the  prett}^  seal, 
but  the  intrinsic  value  is  unknown  to  him." 

To  our  old  teacher,  who,  one  day  visiting  him, 
manifested  considerable  sympathj'  in  his  helpless 
and  distressful  condition,  the  Doctor  remarked,  "It 
is  all  right ;  not  for  the  world  would  I  have  it  other- 
wise, or  be  differently  situated.  God  is  just  in  all 
his  dealings  with  me."  During  his  sufferings,  and 
at  times  they  were  terribly  severe,  he  was  never 
known  to  complain. 

Dr.  Pa3-son's  salary  never  exceeded  eight  hundred 
dollars.  At  one  time  his  society  voted  to  increase 
the  amount  one  hundred  dollars.  When  the  Doctor 
was  informed  of  their  intentions,  he  utterly  refused  to 
receive  it,  stating,  as  a  reason,  that  his  present  sal- 
ary was  al)undantly  suflicient  to  supply  all  the  wants 
of  himself  and  famil}',  and  that  he  was  more  comfort- 
ably situated  than  man}'  of  his  |)arishionei's. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  I'rentiss,  author  of  Stepi)ing  Heav- 
enward, and  other  works,  is  the  daughter  of  Dr.  P. 

A  Memoir  of  Dr.  Payson  was  written  b}'  Rev. 
Asa  Cunnnings,  wlio  likewise  edited  several  volumes 
of  his  sermons. 


350  NOTES. 

^^  Alexander  AYaugh,  D.D,,  was  an  eminent 
English  divine,  wlio  died  in  1827,  aged  73.  He  Avas 
one  of  tlie  founders  of  tlie  Loudon  Missionaiy  So- 
cle t}'  in  1793. 

^  Edward  D.  Griffin  Avas  born  In  East  Iladdam, 
Conn.,  Jaiuiaiy  6,  1770  ;  graduated  at  Yale  College 
in  1790.  In  1811  he  Avas  chosen  pastor  of  the  Park 
Street  Church  in  Boston.  While  laboring  here  his 
celebrated  Lectures  Avere  Avritten  and  published. 

In  early  life  Ave  heard  the  Doctor  preach,  and 
shall  never  forget  his  earnest  manner  and  his  poAV- 
erful  appeals.  At  a  conference  meeting,  one  CA'en- 
ing,  he  read  the  seventh  chapter  of  MatthcAv's  gos- 
pel, and  made  some  remarks  on  the  eleventh,  verse  : 
"  If  ye  then,  being  evil,  knoAV  hoAV  to  give  good 
gifts  unto  your  children,  how  much  more  shall  your 
Father  Avhich  is  in  heaven  give  good  things  to  them 
that  ask  him  ?  "  He  spoke  of  the  love  and  conde- 
scension of  God  ;  his  tender  compassion  to  his  err- 
ing children,  and  hoAV  ready  he  is  to  forgive  the 
penitent  Avho  comes  humbly  seeking  his  favor.  HoAV 
MUCH  MORE  ready  is  our  heavenly  Father  to  bestow 
his  favor  upon  us,  than  the  kindest  of  earthly 
parents  are  to  give  gifts  to  their  children.  Hoav 
MUCH  MORE !  IIoAV  MUCH  MORE ! !  he  rcitcratcd, 
while  his  stentorian  voice  rung  through  the  house. 
We  shall  never  forget  its  effect  u[)on  ourself  and 
the  whole  congregation.  After  the  lapse  of  half  a 
century  the  occasion  is  fresh  in  our  mind,  and  wc 
never  read  these  Avords  of  our  Saviour  Avithout  re- 
membering the  occasion  Avhen  they  fell  Avith  so  much 
force  from  the  lips  of  this  faithful  and  devoted  ser- 
vant of  Christ. 

Soon  after  the  Doctor  was  settled  in  Boston,  he 
called  upon  a  printer  in  the  city  to  make  arrange- 
ments for  printing  a  sermon.  "  I  w^ant  j'ou  to  be 
particular,  and  to  follow  the  cop}'  exactly,"  said 
Mr.  Griilin  ;  to  Avhich  Ihc  printer  assented.  A  day 
or  two  ai'ter  he  called  at  the  office,  to  see  Avhat 


NOTES.  351 

progress  had  been  made.  "  You  wish  me  to  follow 
the  copy  exactl}-?"  asked  the  printer.  "Yes,  cer- 
tainly," replied  the  Doctor.  "  How  do  you  spell 
Samson?"  inquired  the  printer.  "  S-a-ra  —  S-a-m- 
—  how  is  it  spelt?"  "That  is  what  I  want  to 
know  !  "  "  S-a-m  ;  is  there  a  p  in  the  word  ?  "  "  No," 
said  the  printer  ;  "  but  j'ou  have  one  in  the  copy." 
From  that  time  the  Doctor  never  said  a  word  to  his 
printer  about  following  copy,  although  man}'  of  his 
sermons  passed  through  the  press. 

Dr.  Griffin  died  in  Newark,  N.J.,  November  8, 
1837,  aged  67.  His  Life  was  written  by  William 
B.  Sprague,  D.  D.,  and  several  volumes  of  his  ser- 
mons have  been  published. 

-*  llev.  Jonathan  Edwards  was  born  in  East 
Windsor,  Conn.,  October  5,  170.3;  graduated  at 
Yale  College  in  1720,  and  died  of  smallpox,  while 
President  of  New  Jersey  College,  March  22,  1758, 
aged  54.  Mr.  Edwards  was  a  distinguished  divine 
and  an  acute  metaphysician.  He  wrote  a  treatise  on 
"Tlie  Freedom  of  tlie  Will,"  "  History  of  Redemp- 
tion," and  other  valuable  books.  His  life,  written 
by  his  great  grandson.  Rev.  Sereno  E.  Dwight,  is 
prefixed  to  his  works  in  ten  octavo  volumes. 

^  Thomas  Painic,  the  notorious  inlidel,  was  the 
author  of  the ' '  Age  of  Reason  "  and  other  works.  If 
we  can  rely  upon  his  biographer,  James  Cheetliam, 
he  lived  a  deplorably  filthy  life,  and  died  a  miser- 
able death.  This  is  also  confuined  by  Grant  Thor- 
burn,  who  knew  him  well.  Mr.  Paine  was  born  in 
Norfolk,  Eiighind,  1737,  and  died  in  New  York  city 
June  8,  180'J,  aged  72. 

*  Isaac  P.  Langwoktiiy  was  born  in  North  Ston- 
ington.  Conn.,  January  19,  180G ;  graduated  at 
Yale  College  in  1839,  and  at  the  Seminary  in  1841. 
He  was  settled  over  the  Wiiinisinnnet  Congrega- 
tional Church  in  Chelsea,  November  10,  1841,  and 
dismissed  November  10,  1858.  It  was  mainly 
through  his  ctforts  that  a  valuable  estate  was  pur- 


352  NOTES. 

chased  on  Somerset  Street,  Boston,  which  has  been 
remodelled  and  called  the  Congregational  IIomsc, 
where  the  American  Board,  and  other  religious 
bodies,  have  their  offices. 

The  publications  of  Mr.  Langworth}'  are,  a  Tem- 
perance Sermon,  in  1852  ;  a  Pastor's  Last  Words  to 
his  People,  in  1858,  and  an  Historical  Sermon,  in 
18GG.  For  several  j-ears  Mr.  L.  was  one  of  the 
editors  of  the  Congregational  Quarterly.  He  is  now 
the  active  and  efficient  Secretary  and  Librarian  of 
the  American  Congregational  Association.  He  is 
still  energetic  and  active,  and  does  more  laborious 
work,  we  verily  believe,  than  a  half-dozen  of  our 
soft-spoken,  inflated,  and  squeamish  divines. 

^'  Caleb  Pratt  Avas  born  in  Chelsea,  Mass., 
June  4,  1804.  At  the  age  of  15  he  went  to  Charles- 
town,  to  learn  the  trade  of  a  carpenter.  He  re- 
mained in  that  city  till  1848,  when  he  returned  to 
Clielsea,  where  he  now  resides.  He  has  been  one 
of  the  Overseers  of  the  Poor,  and  a  member  of  the 
City  Government.  Mr.  Pratt  is  connected  Avith  the 
Winnisimmet  Church.  In  all  the  relations  of  life 
he  is  strictl}"  reliable,  and  to  a  high  degree  generous 
and  accommodating.  No  better  man  can  be  found 
in  these  degenerate  times. 

-*  RoscoK  G.  Greene  taught  school  for  manj* 
years  in  Portland,  and  Avas  the  author  of  a  valuable 
En;;lish  Grammar,  Avhich  Avas  long  used  in  the 
public  schools.  He  Avas  at  one  time  Secretar}'  of 
the  State  of  Maine.  Mr.  Greene  died  suddenly  in 
Portland,  December,  1844,  aged  44,  Avhile  SurA'C^-or 
of  the  port. 

^'•'  Hkkry  Knox  was  born  in  Boston  Juh'  25,  1750, 
and  was  for  many  years  a  bookseller  in  that  town. 
He  Avas  actively  engaged  in  the  battle  of  Bunker 
Hill,  and  in  November,  1775,  was  placed  in  com- 
mand of  the  artillery.  Li  177G  he  Avas  made  a 
brigadier-general,  and  served  his  country  during 
the  Avhole  of  the  Revolutionarv  War.     He  Avas  en- 


NOTES.  353 


ffased  in  the  battle  of  Monmouth  June  28,  1778, 
and  was  made  majov-geneval  in  1782.  It  is  said 
tliat  General  Knox  first  suggested  the  formation  of 
tlie  Society  of  the  Cincinnati.  After  the  war  he 
purcliased  a  large  estate  in  Thomaston,  Maine, 
wliere  he  died,  October  25,  1806,  aged  56  years. 
His  death  occurred  from  the  lodgment  of  a  chicken- 
bone  in  his  windpipe. 

^  Rev.  Mr.  Mallalieu  and  Rev.  Mr,  Ivnowles 
are  two  efficient  clergymen  of  the  Methodist  per- 
suasion. A  few  years  ago  they  were  both  settled  in 
Chelsea,  Mass.,  and  exerted  a  salutary  influence 
around  them. 

^^  Edward  Kent  was  born  in  Concord,  N.  H., 
January  8,  1802,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College 
in  1821 .  He  settled  in  Bangor  in  the  practice  of  law, 
and  was  for  two  j'cars  Mayor  of  the  cit}'.  He  was 
Governor  of  Maine  in  1839  and  1840.  The  honor- 
ary degree  of  LL.  D.  was  conferred  on  Mr.  Kent  bj'- 
Waterville  College,  in  1855. 

^  TnoMAS  WiiiTTEMORE  is  a  skillful  plaj-er  on  the 
organ.  He  has  been  employed  for  several  years  on 
the  Sabbath  by  some  of  our  evangelical  churches. 
He  was  born  in  Boston  May  17,  1838,  and  in  early 
cliildhood  removed  to  Chelsea,  where  he  now  re- 
sides. 

^  William  Ladd,  the  "  Apostle  of  Peace,"  was 
born  in  Exeter,  N.H.,  May  10,  1778,  and  graduated 
jit  Harvard  College  in  1797.  For  three  years  he 
followed  the  sea,  sailing  in  one  of  his  father's 
vessels.  A  few  j'ears  later  he  purchased  a  farm  in 
Minot,  I\Iaine,  where  he  resided  during  his  life.  He 
wrote  and  published  several  Addresses,  and  two 
volumes  of  Essays  on  the  subject  of  peace,  and 
edited  the  "Harbinger  of  Peace,"  and  the  "  Calu- 
met," magazines  devoted  to  his  favorite  topic.  He 
also  wrote  "The  Sword,  or  Christmas  Present," 
and  "Howard  and  Napoleon  Contrasted."  He  died 
in  Portsmouth,  X.  H.,  April  9,  1811,  while  on  his 


354  NOTES. 

way  to  Minot  from  the  State  of  New  York.     His 
age  was  63. 

From  personal  knowledge  we  can  speak  of  Mr. 
Ladd  as  a  most  genial  and  kind-hearted  man.  As 
a  Christian  he  honored  his  profession.  He  labored 
arduously,  and  accomplished  a  great  deal  for  the 
cause  of  humanit}'  and  religion,  not  onl}'  by  his 
writings,  but  b^'-his  public  addresses  and  his  un- 
stinted liberalit}-.  He  will  be  affectionatel}'  remem- 
bered for  generations  to  come.  Mr.  Ladd  was  a 
ready  and  interesting  public  speaker.  We  remem- 
ber hearing  him  deliver  an  Address  to  Seamen,  in 
Dr.  Payson's  church,  in  Portland.  The  house  was 
crowded,  but  every  word  he  spoke  was  distinctly 
heard  by  the  large  congregation.  The  Address  was 
printed  —  a  copy  of  which  is  before  us.  We  hare 
been  careful  to  preserve  all  Mr.  Ladd's  published 
writings,  which  we  highly  value. 

Although  we  Avere  quite  3'oung  when  we  became 
acquainted  with  Mr.  Ladd,  we  could  but  love  his 
free  and  open  heart  —  the  mild  and  genial  qualities 
of  his  nature.  He  was  always  agreeable  ;  the  very 
life  of  the  social  circle.  In  imagination  we  hear  his 
hearty  laugh,  and  listen  to  his  animated  conversa- 
tion. Few  men  departing  this  life  have  left  so 
pleasant  a  memory  ;  who  will  so  long  live  in  the 
liearts  of  their  friends.  The  Life  of  Mr.  Ladd, 
written  b}'  Rev.  John  Hemmenway,  was  published  by 
the  American  Peace  Society  in  1^72. 

"^  Aakon  Blur  was  a  remarkably  ambitious  man. 
He  was  Vice-President  of  the  United  States,  and 
lacked  one  vote  of  being  President.  He  was  en- 
o-aired  in  a  duel  with  Alexander  Hamilton,  when  the 
latter  fell  mortally  wounded.  Mr.  Burr  was  born 
in  Newark,  N.J.,  Fel)ruary  6,  175G,  and  died  on 
Staten  Island,  September  14,  183G,  aged  80.  ]\Ir. 
B.  was  a  grandson  of  the  distinguished  Jonatlian 
Edwards.  Matthew  L.  Davis,  who  died  iu  New 
York  in  1850,  aged  84,  wrote  a  life  of  Mr.  Burr. 


NOTES.  355 

^'  Benedict  Arnold  was  born  in  Norwich,  Conn., 
Januarys,  1741,  He  was  a  General  in  the  Array 
of  the  Revohition.  He  turned  traitor  to  his  country 
and  fled  to  England,  where  he  died  June  14,  1801, 
aged  60. 

^  Watt  and  Faraday  were  men  remarkable  for 
tlieir  ingenuity,  their  scientific  knowledge,  and  tlieir 
philosophical  discoveries.  They  largely  contributed 
to  the  cause  of  science.  James  Watt  was  born 
in  Greenock,  England,  January  19,  1736,  and  died 
October  16,  1804,  aged  68. 

Michael  Faraday  was  born  at  Newington  Butts, 
England,  September  22,  1791,  and  died  at  Hampton 
Court,  August  25,  1867,  aged  76. 

^  Henry  M.  Dexter  was  born  in  Plj'mpton, 
Mass.,  August  13,  1821  ;  graduated  at  Yale  College 
in  1840,  and  at  the  Theological  Seminary,  Andover, 
in  1844.  He  was  pastor  of  the  Franklin  Street 
Church,  Manchester,  N.  II.,  from  1844  to  1849,  and 
of  Pine  Street,  now  Berkele}-  Street  Congregational 
Church,  Boston,  from  1845  to  1867.  His  pul)lica- 
tions  are.  Street  Thoughts ;  Twelve  Discourses ; 
Future  Punishment,  and  Congregationalism.  He 
edited  Philips'  War  and  INIourt's  Relation,  and  for 
several  years  was  one  of  the  editors  of  the  Congre- 
gational Quarterly.  He  is  now  the  principal  editor 
of  the  Congregationalist.  The  honorary  degree  of 
D.D.  was  conferred  on  Mr.  Dexter  in  1865,  by  a 
college  in  Iowa. 

**  Charles  A.  Richardson  is  connected  with  the 
Congregationalist.  By  his  tact  and  talents  he  has 
widely  extended  the  circulation  and  influence  of 
the  paper.  He  was  born  in  Franklin,  Mass.,  Oc- 
tober 9,  1^29. 

**  Joseph  A.  Copp,  for  fifteen  years  the  faithful 
pastor  of  Broadway  Cliurch,  in  Chelsea.  He  died  a 
few  years  ago,  at  the  age  of  65. 

*"  Joseph  Libby  was  born  in  Buxton,  Maine,  De- 
cember 13,  1793,  and  learned  the  trade  of  a  black- 


350  NOTES. 

smith.  Seriously  injuring  himf^clf,  while  at  work, 
so  tliat  he  could  not  continue  at  liis  trade,  he  pre- 
pared himself  for  college,  and  graduated  at  Bruns- 
wick in  1821,  in  the  class  with  William  Cutter, 
Charles  E.  Barrett,  and  others.  Leaving  college, 
he  took  charge  of  the  High  School  in  Portland, 
where  he  continued  a  faithful  teacher  for  nearly  a 
third  of  a  century.  For  about  the  same  length  of 
time  Mr.  Libby  was  deacon  of  Dr.  Dwight's  church, 
and  superintendent  of  the  Sabbath  school.  He 
took  an  active  part  in  all  meetings  connected  with 
the  church  and  society,  and  in  all  benevolent  and 
Christian  organizations. 

A  meeting  of  the  past  adult  scholars  of  the  High 
School  was  held  in  Portland  in  July,  1850,  to  make 
arrangements  for  a  public  meeting,  for  the  purpose 
of  presenting  to  Mr.  Libb}'  some  token  of  their  re- 
spect and  esteem.  The  following  committee  were 
chosen :  Jedediah  Jewett,  Charles  A.  Stackpole, 
Edward  Fox,  John  Appleton,  D.  C.  Colesworthy, 
Edward  P.  Plaines,  Franklin  C.  Moody,  S.  B. 
Beckett,  James  Merrill.  When  the  meeting  was 
held  in  August,  a  beautiful  silver  pitcher  was  pre- 
sented to  Mr.  Libby.  On  the  interesting  occasion 
Hon.  John  Appleton  made  a  very  ai)i)ropriate  and 
interesting  address,  to  which  Mr.  Libby  happily 
responded. 

]\Ir.  Libl)y  married  a  sister  of  Rev.  Charles  Jen- 
kins, wlio  died  some  years  before  him.  Mr.  L.  died 
August  27,  1871,  aged  77  3'ears. 

^^  Ei'APiiuAS  KiBiiY,  who  died  a  few  j^ears  ago  in 
Chelsea,  Mass.,  at  the  age  of  nearly'  fift}'  years,  had 
quite  an  antiquarian  taste.  He  collected  a  library 
of  scarce  and  valuable  works.  His  father  for  many 
years  was  a  faithful  minister  of  the  gospel,  and  had 
preached  in  nearly  all  the  New  England  States. 

^  Henky  Mautyx  was  born  in  Cornwall,  England, 
1781  — graduated  at  St.  John's  College,  Cambridge, 
and  in  1805  sailed  as  a  missionary  to  India.     From 


NOTES.  357 

India  he  ■went  to  Persia,  where  he  translated  the 
New  Testament  into  the  Persian  tongue,  and  was 
instrumental  in  converting  several  Maliomedans  to 
Christianit}'.  He  died  at  Jokat,  Asia  Minor,  in 
1812,  aged  31,  while  on  his  way  to  England  for  the 
restoration  of  his  healtli. 

■•^  Charles  Henry  Bell,  son  of  the  late  Governor 
Bell,  was  born  in  Cliester,  N.  H.,  November  18, 
1823,  and  graduated  at  Dartmoutli  College  in  1844. 
For  ten  years  he  was  County  Solicitor.  He  has 
been  a  member  of  both  branches  of  the  Legislature  ; 
was  Speaker  of  the  House,  and  President  of  the 
Senate.  j\Ir.  Bell  has  published  an  Address  on  the 
one  hundred  and  fiftieth  Anniversar}'  of  the  Settle- 
ment of  Londonderry,  N.  H.  ;  an  Address  at  the 
Dedication  of  the  new  building  occupied  by  the 
Genealogical  Society  of  Boston,  and  an  Addiess 
before  the  Members  of  the  New  Hampshire  His- 
torical Society,  at  their  fiftieth  anniversary.  He  is 
I'resident  of  the  New  Hampshire  Historical  Society. 
Mr.  Bell  now  resides  in  Exeter,  N.  II.  He  owns 
one  of  the  largest  private  libraries  in  the  State,  to 
which  he  is  constantly  making  additions.  Genial 
and  affable,  Mr.  Bell  has  a  host  of  friends,  while  his 
education  and  talents  make  his  con)pan3'  desirable 
and  profitable  to  the  studious  and  intelligent. 

**  KiciiAKU  Frotiiingiiam  was  born  in  Charles- 
town,  Mass.,  January  31,  1812.  In  1839,  1840, 
1842,  1849,  and  1850,  he  was  a  member  of  the 
Massachusetts  Legislature.  In  1851,  1852  and 
1853  he  was  Mayor  of  Charlestown.  For  many 
)'ears  he  was  connected  with  the  Boston  Post.  He 
has  written  a  History  of  Charlestown  ;  Siege  of 
Boston;  Tribute  to  Thomas  Starr  King;  Life  of 
General  Joseph  Warren  ;  Rise  of  the  Republic,  and 
Battle  of  liiiuker  Hill.  Harvard  College  conferred 
on  Mr.  Fiothingham  the  honorary  degree  of  A.M., 
and  Tufts  College  that  of  LL.  13.  Accomplished 
and  talented,  and  kind  and  genial  in  his   nature. 


358  NOTES. 

Mr.  F.  has  secured  the  friendsliip  of  multitudes  who 
will  never  cease  to  honor  him  for  his  social  virtues 
and  his  large,  benevolent  heart. 

^  Hiram  Powers  was  born  in  Woodstock,  Ver- 
mont, July  29,  1805.  In  his  youth  he  removed  to 
Ohio,  and  established  himself  in  business  at  Cin- 
cinnati. From  a  German  sculptor  he  learned  the 
art  of  modelling  in  plaster.  In  1835  he  went  to 
Washington,  where  he  was  employed  in  modelling 
busts  of  distinguished  persons.  He  afterwards 
established  himself  in  Florence,  Italj',  where  he  re- 
sided the  remainder  of  his  life.  Here  he  produced 
his  statue  of  Eve,  pronounced  bj^  critics  to  be  a  re- 
markable work  of  art.  His  Greek  Slave  was  finished 
in  1839  ;  of  this  several  duplicates  were  made.  The 
bronze  statue  of  Daniel  Webster,  in  the  grounds  in 
front  of  the  Boston  State  House,  is  the  work  of  Mr. 
Powers.  A  son  of  Mr.  P.  married  a  daughter  of  Al- 
ford  Dyer  of  Portland.    Mr.  P.  died  in  1874,  aged  69. 

*^  Frank  A.  Hill  was  born  in  Stoneham,  Mass., 
March  12,  1845.  For  more  than  two  ^-ears  he  trav- 
elled abroad,  and  on  his  return  lectured  in  Boston 
and  other  places,  on  some  of  the  sights  of  the  old 
world.  He  makes  a  fine  lecturer,  and  is  a  popular 
speaker. 

*''  HosKA  Ilsley  was  born  in  Newbury,  Mass., 
February  25,  1799.  In  180G,  at  the  age  of  seven 
years,  he  went  to  Portland  to  reside  with  an  uncle. 
Here  he  remained  till  1839,  when  he  removed  to 
Chelsea,  Mass.,  where  he  has  resided  for  the  past 
thirty-six  years.  He  was  twice  chosen  Mayor  of 
the  latter  cit}' ;  has  been  a  member  of  the  Massa- 
chusetts Legislature,  and  has  also  held  various  other 
otfices  of  trust.  For  the  i)ast  twenty  years  he  has 
been  connected  with  the  Custom  House  in  Boston. 
Mr.  Ilsley  possesses  a  fine  musical  voice,  and  thou- 
sands haA'C  been  charmed  with  his  vocal  powers.  He 
is  still  active,  and  feels  a  deep  interest  in  all  govern- 
mental affairs. 


NOTES.  359 

*^  Benjajiin  p.  Shillabkr  was  born  in  Ports- 
mouth, N.H.,  Jul}'  12,  1814;  learned  the  trade  of 
a  printer ;  removed  to  Boston  in  early  manhood, 
and  has  been  connected  editorially  with  several 
periodicals.  He  is  the  author  of  Rhymes  Avith  Rea- 
son and  without ;  Life  and  Sayings  of  IMrs.  Parting- 
ton ;  Knitting  Work,  a  Web  of  many  Fancies  ;  Par- 
tingtonian  Patchwork,  and  Lines  in  Pleasant  Places. 
Several  years  ago  Mr.  Shillaber  removed  to  Chelsea, 
Mass.,  his  present  residence,  where  he  is  respected 
and  beloved  for  the  social  and  genial  qualities  of 
his  heart.  He  possesses  a  rich  vein  of  humor,  and 
makes  sunshine  everywhere. 

■*^  George  L.  Osgood  was  born  in  Chelsea,  Mass., 
April  3,  1844.  He  possesses  large  musical  talents. 
He  has  spent  several  3-ears  abroad  perfecting  him- 
self in  his  favorite,  science. 

*  JoiiANN  Strauss  is  a  famous  German  musician, 
who  came  to  this  conntr}'  at  the  great  nuisical  exhibi- 
tion in  Boston,  1872,  and  delighted  all  who  heard 
him  with  his  remarkable  powers. 

^'  AzEL  Ames  was  born  in  Marshfleld,  Mass.,  Janu- 
ary 4,  1813  ;  learned  the  trade  of  a  carpenter,  which 
business  he  followed  for  many  years  in  Boston  and 
Chelsea.  He  has  resided  in  the  latter  place  more 
than  thirtv  3"ears.  Mr.  Ames  has  been  a  member 
of  the  Common  Coimcil,  and  has  represented  Chel- 
sea in  tlie  State  Legislature.  For  many  jears  he 
has  been  one  of  the  active  Deacons  of  the  Central 
Church.  He  is  as  upright  and  as  honorable  a  man  as 
can  be  found  in  these  degenerate  times. 

^^  Ira  Ciieever  was  born  in  Hoi)kinton,  N.  H., 
July  20,  1798,  and  early  removed  to  Dan  vers,  Mass. 
He  taught  school  a  third  of  a  century.  For  the  past 
twenty-five  years  he  has  resided  in  Chelsea,  and  is 
one  of  the  Deacons  of  the  Central  Church.  He  has 
been  a  member  of  the  CJeneral  Court. 

^'^  Edwin  Caur  was  burn  in  Newl)uryport,  IMass., 
April  2,  1815.     He  removed  to  Georgetown,  Mass., 


» 


360  NOTES. 

■where  he  resided  upwards  of  twenty  years.  He 
afterwards  passed  seven  j-ears  in  Lowell.  He  is 
now  a  resident  of  Chelsea,  Mass.,  where  he  removed 
in  1800.  Mr.  Carr  is  one  of  the  active  and  efficient 
Deacons  of  the  Central  Church. 

^  Edwakd  Killekan  was  for  man}'  ^ears  one  of 
the  most  enterprising  and  successful  ship-masters 
who  sailed  out  of  Portland.  He  lived  on  the  corner 
of  Wilniot  and  Cumberland  street.  He  had  an  in- 
teresting family  of  daughters,  all  of  whom  lived  to 
grow  up  and  have  families  of  their  own.  He  died 
in  Boston  October  6,  1846  aged  69  years. 

^^  George  N.  Briggs  was  born  in  Adams,  Mass., 
April  13,  1796.  He  was  a  hatter  by  trade  ;  studied 
law,  and  was  Governor  of  Massachusetts  from  1844 
to  1851.  The  honorary  degree  of  LL.  D.  was  con- 
ferred upon  him  by  Williams  College  in  1844.  Mr. 
Briggs  died  at  Pittsfield,  Mass.,  September  12, 
1861,  aged  65. 

^  Stephen  Cummixgs  was  for  a  long  period  a 
skillful  physician  in  Portland.  He  had  an  exten- 
sive practice.  He  was  a  humorous,  Avhole-souled 
man,  and  died  in  1854,  aged  80  years,  much  respected 
and  beloved. 

^''  Alexander  Pool  was  born  in  Reading,  now 
Wakefield,  Mass.,  July  25,  1804 ;  after  spending 
seven  years  in  learning  the  trade  of  a  shoemaker,  in 
1825  he  removed  to  Portland,  Me.  He  afterwards 
studied  medicine,  and  graduated  at  the  Brunswick 
INIedical  School  in  1832.  He  practised  medicine  in 
Dennis  fifteen  years,  and  in  Chelsea  twenty-two 
years.  In  1873  he  removed  to  AVakefield,  where  he 
now  resides. 

'^  Samuel  J.  Mills  was  born  iuTorringford,  Conn., 
April  21 ,  1783,  and  graduated  at  Williams  College  in 
1809.  In  1812  and  1813  he  made  a  missionary  tour 
to  tlie  AVestern  States.  In  1X17  he  was  appointed 
by  the  American  Colonization  Society  to  explore  the 
coast  of  Africa,  where  he  arrived  in  March,  1818. 


NOTES.  361 

After  two  months'  labor,  he  embarked  on  his  return, 
May  22,  1818.  Taking  a  severe  cold,  which  was 
succeeded  by  a  fever,  he  died  June  IGth,  and  was 
buried  in  the  ocean.     His  age  Avas  35. 

^^  Andrew  L.  Stone  was  born  in  Oxford,  Conn., 
November  2o,  1815,  and  graduated  at  Yale  College 
in  1837.  In  September,  1844,  he  Avas  ordained  pas- 
tor of  a  church  in  Middletown,  Conn.  In  January, 
1849,  he  became  pastor  of  the  Park  Street  Church, 
Boston,  where  he  remained  sixteen  years.  He  is 
now  settled  in  San  Francisco,  Cal.  He  has  pub- 
lished several  sermons  and  addresses,  and  a  volume 
of  his  discourses  was  pul)lished  soon  after  he  left 
Boston,  1)3^  the  request  of  his  former  jiarishioners. 

*^'^  ]Maric  Guaves  was  born  in  Salisbury,  Mass., 
February  27,  1822.  In  1835  he  removed  to  New- 
bur\port,  and  made  preparations  to  study,  with  a 
view  of  entering  college.  Disap})ointed  in  obtaining 
a  liberal  education,  he  went  to  lioston  in  1841,  and 
entered  a  boot  and  shoe  estal)Iishment.  In  1844  he 
removed  to  Providence,  R.  I.,  where  he  remained 
three  )'ears.  In  1847  he  returned  to  Boston,  and  in 
1852  l)ecamc  a  resident  of  Chelsea,  where  he  remains 
engaged  in  tlie  boot  and  shoe  trade.  Mr.  Graves  has 
been  a-member  of  the  Common  Council.  He  is  con- 
nected with  the  Central  Church.  Mr.  Graves  is  a 
pleasant  and  interesting  speaker.  A  few  years  ago 
he  delivered  an  address  in  Chelsea  on  the  early  min- 
isters of  lioston,  which  was  well  received  and  highly 
complimented  by  the  public. 

^^  Kr.sTACK  C.  Frrz  was  born  in  Haverhill,  Mass., 
Fel)ruary  5,  1833.  When  quite  young,  he  removed 
to  Chelsea,  INIass.,  and  graduated  at  the  High  School. 
He  was  chosen  Mayor  of  the  city  in  18G4,  and  servetl 
three  years.  Previously  he  was  President  of  the  Com- 
mon Council.  He  was  a  Representative  to  the  Gen- 
eral Court  in  1873  and  1874.  In  1875  he  was  elected 
Senator.  Mr.  Fitz  is  a  gentleman  of  raie  personal 
qualities.     He  is  ever  ready  to  assist  the  fallen,  and 


362  NOTES. 

is  a  strong  friend  to  temperance  and  everj^  Christian 
virtue.  lie  has  long  been  Superintendent  of  the 
Sabbath  school  connected  with  the  Carey  Avenue 
Church  in  Chelsea. 

^^  Nathan  Bangs  was  born  in  Stratford,  Conn., 
May  2,  1778.  He  was  originally  a  school-master, 
but  afterwards  turned  his  attention  to  the  ministry. 
For  seven  or  eight  j^ears  he  preached  in  Canada. 
In  1820  he  was  chosen  agent  of  the  Methodist  Book 
Concern  in  New  York,  and  in  1828  was  elected  Edi- 
tor of  the  Christian  Advocate  and  Journal.  He  was 
the  author  of  a  Life  of  Garretson  ;  Life  of  Arminius  ; 
History  of  the  Methodist  Episcopal  Church,  and 
several  other  works.  Mr.  Bangs  died  in  New  York 
city  May  1,  1862,  aged  74. 

^  Samuel  Deane  was  born  in  Dedham,  Mass., 
August  10,  1733,  according  to  the  town  records, 
and  graduated  at  Harvard  in  1760.  On  the  1 7th  of 
October,  1764,  he  was  ordained  as  colleague  with 
Rev.  Thomas  Smith,  pastor  of  the  first  church  in 
Portland.  In  1795,  upon  the  death  of  Mr.  Smith, 
Mr.  Deane  became  sole  pastor  of  the  church.  Dr. 
Deane  once  loaned  a  sum  of  money  to  Rev.  Mr. 
Miltimore,  of  Falmouth,  which  he  found  it  dilfi- 
cult  to  collect.  One  day  the  parson  called  upon  the 
Doctor,  and  his  first  salutation  was,  "  Mr.  Deane, 
are  jou  prepared  to  die?"  The  old  Doctor  re- 
sponded in  a  tone  of  severity,  which  the  parson 
never  forgot :  "  Mr.  Miltimore,  are  you  prepared  to 
pay  that  note,  so  long  overdue?" 

In  his  public  prayers,  as  the  Doctor  varied  but 
little  in  the  language  used,  it  was  not  difficult  for 
members  of  his  congregation  to  repeat  his  petitions. 
On  communion  da^-s  he  invariably  expressed  him- 
self thus:  "The  nearer  we  come  to  thee,  O  Lord, 
the  better  —  the  nearest  of  all  the  best  of  all."  The 
young  people  caught  his  favorite  expression,  and 
when  in  the  company  of  their  friends,  it  was  com- 
mon to  hear  the  Doctor's  language  repeated,  to  their 


NOTES.  3G3 

no  little  merriment.  Mr.  Deane  was  the  author  of 
the  New  England  Farmer,  which  passed  through 
several  editions,  and  Pitchwood  Hill,  a  poem  of 
about  a  dozen  pages. 

Mr.  Deane   died  November   12,    1814,   aged   81 
3-ears,  after  a  long  pastorage  of  fifty  j-ears. 

'^  Isaac  Stebbins  was  born  in  Stamford,  Conn., 
October  3,  1817.  About  thirt}'  years  ago  he  re- 
moved to  Chelsea,  Mass.,  where  he  now  resides. 
He  is  President  of  the  First  National  Bank.  He 
was  Chairman  of  the  Board  of  Selectmen  for  the 
town  from  1848  to  1850,  and  an  Alderman  in  18G6 
and  18G8.  He  was  chosen  to  the  General  Court  in 
1874.  Mr.  Stebbins  is  an  enterprising  gentleman, 
and  has  done  much  towards  building  up  his  ado[)tcd 
town.  Our  acquaintance  with  Mr.  Stebbins  com- 
menced some  quarter  of  a  centurj'  ago.  We  called 
upon  him  relative  to  a  house  he  had  to  let.  He  told 
us  the  terms,  and  we  agreed  to  take  it.  "  Do  you 
wish  for  a  recommendation  ?  "  we  inquired.  "  No  !  " 
he  replied.  "  I  have  read  j-our  articles  in  the  Olive 
Branch."  Who  would  believe  that  giving  publicity 
to  one's  Oiouglits  would  have  a  tendenc}'  to  establish 
his  character?  So  it  proved  in  this  case,  and  we 
departed  pleased  and  grateful. 

•"  Samukl  p.  Fowler  was  born  in  Danvers,  Mass., 
where  he  has  always  resided,  April  22,  1800.  For 
man}'  years  he  has  been  one  of  the  Deacons  of  the 
Congregational  Church.  He  has  held  all  the  otilces 
in  the  gift  of  the  town,  and  was  appointed  one  of  the 
Trustees,  during  life,  of  the  fund  given  to  the  town 
of  Danvers,  by  the  late  George  Peabody,  Esq.  Mr. 
Fowler  was  chosen  to  the  Massachusetts  Legislature 
in  1837,  1838  and  1831),  and  was  a  member  of  the 
Convention  for  revising  the  Constitution  of  Massa- 
chusetts in  18')3.  Althougli  INIr.  Fowler  has  been 
through  life  devoted  to  secular  l)usiness,  having 
learned  a  tanner's  trade,  he  has  given  nuich  time 
to   literar}'  pursuits,  and   is   the   owner   of  a   line 


oG4  NOTES. 

libraiT  of  scarce  and  valuable  books.  He  lias  ed- 
ited an  edition  of  the  Salem  Witchcraft,  adding 
many  interesting  and  valuable  notes  —  written  the 
Life  and  Character  of  Samuel  Parris,  originall}' 
given  in  a  Lecture  before  the  Essex  Institute,  and 
prepared  man}'  articles  for  the  Essex  Historical 
Collections.  He  has  also  given  much  attention  to 
Botany,  and  has  a  valuable  collection  of  Botanical 
works,  many  of  which  he  has  imported.  A  man  of 
enterprise  and  Christian  spirit,  Mr.  Fowler  has  won, 
as  he  richly  deserves,  the  confidence  and  respect  of 
all  his  townsmen. 

^  Asa  Gray  was  born  in  Paris,  N.  Y.,  November 
18,  1810,  and  graduated  at  the  Fairfield  Medical 
College  in  1831.  In  1842  he  was  chosen  Professor 
of  Natural  History  in  Harvard  College.  Mr.  Gray 
has  delivered  three  courses  of  Lectures  at  the  Lowell 
Institute,  and  is  the  author  of  several  works  on  Bot- 
any, which  are  extensively  used  as  text-books  in  our 
schools  and  colleges.  The  honorary  degree  of  Doc- 
tor of  Laws  was  conferred  on  Mr.  Gray  in  18 GO  b}' 
Hamilton  College. 

^''  John  Howard,  a  distinguished  philanthropist, 
was  l)orn  at  Clapton,  in  the  parish  of  Hackney,  a 
Aillage  adjoining  London,  in  the  j'car  1727.  He 
spent  a  fortune  in  endeavoring  to  ameliorate  the 
condition  of  the  unfortunate  and  the  criminal.  With 
this  end  in  view,  he  visited  the  provinces  of  England, 
France,  Germany,  Holland,  Italy,  Spain,  Portugal, 
and  Turkc}'.  He  published  several  works,  giving  an 
account  of  his  labors  and  observations  relative  to 
the  prisons  he  had  visited.  Mr.  Howard  died  at 
Cherson,  a  Russian  settlement  on  the  Black  Sea, 
from  a  fever  caught  while  pursuing  his  benevolent 
object,  January  20,  17'J0,  aged  63. 

•^  John  B.  Gough  was  born  in  Sandgate,  Kent 
County,  England,  August  22,  1817.  His  parents 
were  poor.  He  came  to  tliis  countiy  at  the  age  of 
twelve  years,  and  worked  on  a  farm  in  New  York 


NOTES.  365 

State.  In  1831  he  worked  at  book-binding  in  New 
York  city.  He  was  unsteady  in  his  habits,  and 
often  visited  the  worst  grogsliops,  Avhere  he  spent 
liis  evenings  witli  miserable  companions,  often  suf- 
fering with  delirium  tremens.  He  lost  his  wife  and 
child  by  death,  and  when  reduced  by  want  and 
misery,  he  was  met  in  the  street  b}'  a  Quaker, 
who  persuaded  liim  to  attend  a  temperance  meeting 
and  sign  the  pledge.  He  told  his  affecting  story, 
deeply  interesting  the  audience,  and  from  that  time 
became  an  acceptable  and  eloquent  speaker.  He 
has  labored  in  tiiis  countr}'  and  in  Europe,  calling 
out  large  audiences,  who  are  delighted  and  entranced 
b\-  his  natural  eloquence.  Mr.  Gough  has  published 
his  Autobiography  in  an  octavo  volume.  He  now 
resides  in  Massachusetts. 

•^^  Edavin  Thompson  was  born  in  Lynn,  Mass., 
Jul}'  23,  1809.  He  has  devoted  nearly  his  whole 
life  to  the  cause  of  temperance,  and  has  been  the 
means  of  incalculable  good  by  his  various  addresses 
and  speeches.  He  is  alwa\s  ready  to  speak  a  word 
of  kindness  to  the  inebriate,  and  a  scathing  word  of 
reproof  to  those  who  continue  to  traflic  in  intoxicat- 
ing drinks.    He  now  resides  in  East  AValpole,  Mass. 

^"  Neal  Dow  was  born  in  Portland,  March  20, 
1804.  He  has  been  a  strenuous  advocate  of  the 
cause  of  temperance  for  many  3'ears,  and  has  lec- 
tured acceptably  in  this  countr}'  and  in  Europe  on 
his  favorite  topic.  Mr.  Dow  was  appointed  a  Brig- 
adier General,  Ai)ril  28,  18G2,  and  did  good  service 
for  his  country  during  the  late  rebellion.  He  was 
taken  prisoner  near  Fort  Hudson  in  July,  18G3. 
Mr.  Dow  has  represented  his  native  city  in  the 
Legislature,  and  was  for  two  or  three  years  Mayor 
of  r<jrtland.  In  June,  1S75,  he  returned  from  a  two 
years'  lecturing  tour  in  England,  and  the  citizens  of 
Portland  gave  him  a  pul)lic  i-(HH'i)ti()n. 

Jo.siah  Dow,  iather  of  Neal,  was  born  in  Seabrook, 
N.  H.,  September  2,  17GG  —  early  removed  to  Port- 


366  NOTES. 

land,  and  died  there  June  1,  1861,  aged  94  j-ears 
and  nine  months.  lie  was  a  meml)cr  of  the  Societ}' 
of  Friends,  and  a  most  excellent  man. 

^*  John  Bext  was  born  in  Paris,  Me.,  March  12, 
1809.  He  learned  the  trade  of  a  printer.  In  1839 
he  went  to  Chelsea,  where  he  resided  till  May,  1872, 
when  he  removed  to  Auburndale,  his  present  resi- 
dence. Mr.  Bent  was  two  years  a  member  of  the 
Massachusetts  Legislature,  and  has  also  held  several 
municipal  offices.  For  several  years  he  issued  the 
Chelsea  Directory.  For  a  large  portion  of  his  life 
Mr.  Bent  has  been  an  active  member  of  a  Christian 
church. 

^^  William  Kidd  was  the  son  of  a  Scotch  Non- 
conformist minister,  and  in  early  life  followed  the 
sea.  He  became  a  pirate,  and  was  executed  for  his 
crimes  at  London,  May  24,  1701. 

^^  Benjamin  Lundy  was  born  of  Quaker  parents, 
in  Handwich,  N.  J.,  January  4,  1789.  He  was 
an  earnest  advocate  for  the  emancipation  of  the 
slaves,  and  labored  long  and  arduously  to  this 
end.  In  Januaiy,  1822,  he  established  the  Genius 
of  Universal  Emancipation  in  Baltimore,  an  able  auti- 
slaveiy  paper,  which  was  continued  several  years. 
At  one  time  Mr.  Garrison  was  associated  with  him 
in  conducting  this  periodical. 

In  1828  Mr.  Lundy  came  to  New  P^ngland  to  lec- 
ture on  the  subject  of  slavery  and  emancipation. 
On  July  10th  he  spoke  in  the  Second  Church  in 
Portland.  Although  we  were  then  quite  young,  we 
felt  an  interest  in  his  mission,  and  heard  with  plea- 
sure and  profit  his  earnest  discourse,  delivered  to  a 
small  congregation.  AVe  soon  became  acquainted 
with  Mr.  Lundy,  and  found  him  to  be  a  mild,  social, 
and  very  intelligent  Christian  gentleman.  He  felt 
pleased  to  find  one  who  sympathized  with  him  in  his 
labors,  even  though  he  was  inexperienced  and  had 
but  little  influence  at  the  time.  lie  knew  he  would 
grow.     Mr.  Lundy  was  small  in  stature,  and  a  little 


NOTES.  367 

deaf;  but  he  had  a  large  soul,  and  labored  arduoush' 
to  benefit  the  suffering  and  oppressed.  He  died  in 
Lowell,  Illinois,  February  22,  1839,  aged  50  years. 

^*  John  G.  Whittier  was  born  in  Haverhill,  Mass., 
December  17, 1807.  From  his  earliest  3ears  he  advo- 
cated the  abolition  of  slavery,  and  wrote  many  bold 
and  stirring  poems  on  the  subject  of  emancipation, 
which  have  been  collected  and  published  in  his 
works,  consisting  of  more  than  a  dozen  volumes. 
When  quite  young  we  met  Mr.  W.  at  the  house  of 
Nathan  AVinslow,  a  noted  Quaker  in  Portland,  where 
a  few  abolitionists  were  invited  to  a  social  g-atherins:. 
Alas  !  since  that  day  Friend  Winslow's  family  have 
all  been  swept  away  by  death,  with  the  exception  of 
one  daughter  who  resides  in  Massachusetts  ;  and  all 
the  invited  guests,  with  the  exception  of  Mr.  Whit- 
tier and  m3-self,  now  slumber  in  the  grave. 

^*  Wendell  Phillips  was  born  in  Boston,  Novem- 
ber 9,  1811,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in 
1831.  For  many  3-ears  he  has  been  an  abolitionist, 
and  written  largely'  and  lectured  frequently'  on  the 
subject  of  slavery  and  emancipation.  He  has  also 
lectured  on  temperance  and  other  moral  subjects,  in 
various  portions  of  the  Union.  He  is  one  of  our 
best  public  speakers,  and  alwaj'S  commands  a  large 
audience  when  he  lectures.  A  A'olume  of  his  speeches 
has  been  published. 

''"  Nathaniel  Emmons  was  born  at  East  Haddam, 
Conn.,  April  12,  1745,  and  graduated  at  Yale  Col- 
lege in  17G7.  He  was  pastor  of  the  Congregational 
Church  in  Franklin,  Mass.,  from  1773  to  1827  —  a 
period  of  fifty-four  3-ears.  Six  volumes  of  his  works 
have  been  published.  Mr.  Emmons  died  September 
23,  1840,  aged  95. 

"  Andrew  Reed,  a  celebrated  English  divine,  was 
born  November  27,  1787,  and  died  in  18G2,  after  a 
pastorate  of  fift3'  years.  ]\Ir.  Reed  was  a  ver3'  be- 
nevolent and  philanthropic  man.  He  visited  this 
couutr}',  in  connection  with  Rev.  James  Matheson, 


368  NOTES. 

in  1834,  and  on  his  return  published  an  account  of 
his  visit  in  an  interesting  worlc  of  two  volumes. 

'^  Samuel  Fessenden,  son  of  Rev.  William  Fes- 
senden,  was  born  in  Fryeburg,  Maine,  July  16,  1784. 
He  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College  in  1806,  and 
studied  law  in  the  office  of  Judge  Dana.  In  1809 
he  opened  an  office  in  New  Gloucester.  In  1822  he 
removed  to  Portland,  and  formed  a  connection  in 
business  with  Thomas  A.  Deblois,  which  was  un- 
broken for  more  than  thirty  years.  Mr.  Fessenden 
was  a  man  of  large  benevolence  and  great  kindness 
of  heart.  He  ever  advocated  the  cause  of  the  poor 
and  oppressed.  In  1841  he  was  the  anti-slavery  can- 
didate for  Governor  of  Maine.  When  there  were  few 
abolitionists,  and  the  cause  was  unpopular.  General 
Fessenden  nobly  came  forward  and  advocated  the 
rights  of  the  colored  people.  We  remember  dis- 
tinctly the  opposition  he  met  with,  and  the  Chris- 
tian spirit  he  manifested  towards  the  opposers  of 
justice  and  right. 

The  first  anti-slavery  meeting  held  in  Maine  was 
in  Portland  in  1832,  in  the  old  State  House.  The 
General  was  President  of  the  meeting,  while  we 
acted  as  Secretar}'.  We  were  pleased  not  long 
since  to  find  a  copy  of  the  printed  circular  that  was 
issued  at  the  time,  with  both  of  our  names  attached 
to  the  document.    It  is  a  sheet  we  now  prize  highly. 

We  have  reason  to  esteem  the  General ;  for,  when 
quite  young,  he  volunteered  his  services  to  defend 
us  befoi'e  the  members  of  a  religious  bod}',  with 
which  he  was  also  connected,  who  took  offence  at 
our  course  in  printing  a  weekl}'  paper  for  a  minister 
of  another  denomination.  He  pleaded  for  us  elo- 
quently, and  used  such  pleasant  and  affectionate 
words  in  our  behalf,  and  expressed  himself  so 
sti'ongly  attached  to  us,  that  we  shall  never  forget 
his  kindness,  nor  cease  to  revere  his  memory.  From 
that  day  to  his  death,  which  occurred  March  19, 
18G9,  at  the  age  of  84  years  and  eight  months,  he 


NOTES.  369 

was  our  sincere  and  faithful  friend.  The  honorary 
desrree  of  LL.  D.  was  conferred  on  INIr.  Fessenden 
bN'  Bowdoin  College  in  1846.  A  fine  portrait  of  the 
General  hangs  in  our  chamber  —  to  be  our  com- 
panion as  long  as  we  live.  Mr.  F.  was  the  father 
of  Hon.  "William  Pitt  Fessenden,  a  Senator  to  Con- 
gress from  Maine,  who  died  in  Portland,  September 
8,  18G9,  aged  63. 

''^  Nathaniel  Deering,  son  of  the  late  James 
Deering,  is  a  native  of  Portland,  Me.,  and  a  gradu- 
ate of  Harvard  College.  He  has  written  "  Carrabas- 
set"  and  other  plaj's,  and  quite  a  number  of  humor- 
ous tales,  which  have  been  published  in  various 
periodicals,  and  been  exceedingly  popular.  He  is 
also  the  author  of  several  fine  poems.  Many  of  his 
pithy  articles  appeared  in  the  Portland  Gazette  and 
the  Portland  Tribune^ — to  which  papers  he  was  a 
contributor.  Mr.  Deering  is  a  lawyer  by  profession, 
and  some  years  ago  opened  an  office  in  SIvowhegan, 
Me.  He  soon  returned  to  his  native  place,  where  he 
continues  to  reside.  It  is  many  years  since  we  have 
seen  his  genial  face,  but  we  hope  once  more  to  take 
him  b}'  the  hand  before  we  die. 

^  Exocii  LiKCOLK  was  born  in  Worcester,  Mass., 
December  28, 1788,  and  settled  as  a  lawyer  in  Frye- 
burg.  Me.,  but  removed  to  Paris  in  1819.  He  was 
a  Meml)cr  of  Congress  from  1818  to  1826,  and  Gov- 
ernor of  Maine  in  1827,  1828  and  1829.  Mr.  Lin- 
coln was  the  author  of  "  The  Village,"  a  poem  of 
much  merit,  and  he  delivered  a  poem  in  Fryol)urg  at 
the  centennial  celebration  of  Lovewcll's  Fight.  He 
died  at  Augusta,  Me.,  October  8,  1829,  aged  39. 

"^  Henry  Wilson  is  Vice-President  of  the  United 
States.  He  Avas  born  in  Farmington,  N.  II.,  Feb- 
ruary 16,  1812,  has  been  a  member  of  the  State 
Legislature,  a  United  States  Senator,  and  faithfully 
discharged  all  the  duties  imposed  upon  him.  For 
many  years  he  has  resided  in  Katick,  INIass.  His 
life,  written  by  Rev.  Elias  Nason,  Avas  published  in 
24 


370  NOTES. 

1872.    Could  we  find  a  better  man  to  serve  as  Presi- 
dent of  the  United  States  ? 

'^^  CiiAKLKS  SuMXER  was  bom  in  Boston,  January' 
6, 1811,  and  graduated  at  Harvard.  He  was  a  mem- 
ber of  the  United  States  Senate  nearly  twentj''  3'ears, 
and  an  able  defender  of  the  rights  of  man.  The  last 
time  we  saw  Mr.  S.  was  November  20,  1873.  He 
appeared  better  in  health  than  he  had  been  for  years. 
He  was  animated  in  his  conversation,  and  among 
other  topics  spoke  of  his  library  as  containing  man}' 
valuable  books.  He  mentioned  one  volume  he  very 
highly  prized,  which  he  had  obtained  in  England  — 
that  was  once  owned  by  John  Dryden,  and  con- 
tained an  autograph  of  the  poet.  A  short  time  pre- 
viously Mr.  S.  wrote  his  name  in  an  album  in  our 
possession,  after  penning  the  following  character- 
istic sentiment :  "  The  duty  of  our  party  is  always 
to  stand  by  the  nation  in  its  unity  and  hy  the  people 
ill  their  rights." 

Mr.  Sumner  died  in  Washington,  March  11,  1874, 
aged  G3  years.  He  was  buried  from  King's  Chapel, 
Boston,  March  16  —  a  large  concourse  of  people 
attended  his  funeral.  He  was  interred  at  Mount 
Auburn.  The  honorary  degree  of  LL.  D.  was  con- 
ferred on  Mr.  Sumner  b}^  Harvard  College  in  1859. 

^  Charles  A.  Stackpole  was  born  in  Portland, 
Me.,  September  13,  1809,  and  was  brought  up  in 
mercantile  life.  He  is  a  man  of  undoubted  ability, 
and  a  ready,  popular  speaker.  He  early  entered 
the  anti-slavery  ranks,  and  has  been  through  life  a 
consistent  abolitionist  —  never  hesitating  to  express 
his  convictions  before  the  world.  He  has  also  been 
a  strong  temperance  advocate,  and  lectured  fre- 
quently on  the  subject  before  large  audiences.  For 
some  time  he  was  the  able  editor  of  the  Echo,  a  tem- 
perance paper,  published  in  Portland.  Mr.  Stack- 
pole  has  written  nuich  for  the  public  press,  but  his 
extreme  aversion  to  notoriety  has  kept  him  and  his 
doings  in  the  shade.    He  is  capable  of  lllling  almost 


NOTES.  371 

any  office  in  the  gift  of  the  people,  and  in  fact  has 
had  hicrative  positions  offered  liim  from  distinguished 
men,  but  has  utterly  refused  tliem  —  preferring  the 
l^leasures  of  retirement.  Mr.  S.  is  now  residing  in 
Goshen,  Mass. 

^  John  W.  Ciiickering  was  the  faithful  pastor  of 
the  High  Street  Church,  Portland,  for  nearly-  a  third 
of  a  centur}'.  He  was  born  in  Woburn,  Mass., 
March  19,  1808.  Before  going  to  Portland,  he  was 
settled  in  Bolton  five  3'ears.  He  is  now  an  agent 
of  the  Old  Massachusetts  Temperance  Societ}',  and 
is  doing  a  good  service  by  his  speeches  and  lectures. 

Mr.  C.  is  the  author  of  "  Sermons  on  the  Deca- 
logue," and  the  "  Hill-Side  Church,"  besides  several 
single  sermons,  and  a  great  many  articles  contrib- 
uted to  religious  papers. 

^  Caleb  D.  Buadlee  was  born  in  Boston,  Febru- 
ar}^  24,  1831,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College, 
1852.  He  is  pastor  of  the  Christian  Unity  Society 
in  Boston,  and  a  man  of  fine  literary  taste.  Mr.  B. 
has  written  much  for  the  public  press,  and  several 
of  his  sermons  have  been  printed.  Few  men  pass  a 
more  useful  and  happy  life  than  Mr.  B.  He  is  never 
idle.  His  study  and  his  various  benevolent  calls 
take  up  a  large  portion  of  his  time.  He  will  leave 
his  impress  on  the  age. 

^  Capt.  Jajies  Cook,  the  celebrated  navigator, 
was  born  in  Yorkshire,  England,  November  3,  1728. 
He  was  killed  by  the  natives  of  Owhvhee  on  the  l-llli 
of  February,  1771),  aged  50  years.  His  voyages  have 
been  frequcntl}'  published  and  extensively  read. 

^'  Alexander  Selkirk,  the  original  of  Defoe's 
Robinson  Crusoe,  was  a  sailor,  born  at  Largo,  in 
Scotland,  about  1G7G.  In  1704:  he  was  put  on 
shore  at  the  island  of  Juan  Fernandez,  where  he 
remained  till  1709,  when  he  was  taken  off  by  a 
British  vessel. 

^  John  Jacob  Astor  was  born  in  Waldorf,  Ger- 
many, July  17,  17G3.    He  followed  the  sea,  and  in 


372  NOTES. 

early  life  established  himself  in  New  York,  where 
by  successes  in  business,  and  in  the  purchase  of  real 
estate,  he  accumulated  a  large  fortune.  lie  was  the 
founder  of  the  Astor  Library.  Mr.  A.  died  in  New 
York,  March  29,  1848,  aged"  84. 

^  Gen.  Joseph  Warren  was  a  distinguished 
American  ofllcer,  who  fell  mortally  Avounded  at 
the  battle  of  Bunker  Hill,  June  17,  1775.  He  was 
born  in  Roxbur}-,  June  11,  1741.  His  age  was  34. 
The  "  Life  and  Times  of  Warren "  has  been  pub- 
lished, written  by  Kichard  Frothingliam,  LL.  D. 

'•^  The  old  inhabitants  of  Portland  will  remem- 
ber this  singular  character,  who  on  high  daj^s  was 
famous  for  making  speeciies  to  the  amusement  of 
red-faced  men  and  gawk}^  boj'S. 

^^  Mellen  Chamberlain  was  born  in  Pembroke, 
N.  H.,  June  4,  1821,  graduated  at  Dartmouth  Col- 
lege in  1844,  and  soon  after  removed  to  Chelsea, 
Mass.,  where  he  now  resides.  Mr.  C.  is  a  lawyer 
by  profession,  and  a  few  j-ears  ago  was  appointed 
Judge  of  the  Municipal  Court  in  Boston.  The 
Judge  has  one  of  the  best  collections  of  autographs 
in  the  country,  and  is  also  the  owner  of  a  splendid 
librar}'.  In  April,  1875,  Mr.  C.  started  on  a  trip 
across  the  Atlantic. 

^-  A  Avriter  has  of  late  appeared  in  the  Hartford 
Churchman,  who  is  evident!}'  quite  young  and  inex- 
perienced—  vealish,  we  might  with  propriet}'  say, 
and  well  deserves  the  castigations  he  has  received 
from  the  public  press.  John  Neal,  alluding  to  a 
criticism  on  a  recent  work,  thus  speaks  of  him : 
"  Your  Churchman  is  an  ass.  He  contradicts  him- 
self, and  the  very  extracts  he  gives  are  a  refutation 
of  what  he  says.  A  preposterous  blockhead,  wilh 
no  more  sense  of  what  constitutes  poetry  —  and 
there  are  all  sorts  of  poetry  to  be  found  —  than  a 
'mousing  owl.'" 

"^  .Ia.mks  Q.  Gilmore  Avas  born  in  Swanville,  IMe., 
November  2,  1830.     He  has  long  been  the  faithfid 


NOTES.  373 

and  efficient  superintendent  of  the  Sabbath  school 
connected  with  the  Central  Church  in  Chelsea,  Mass. 
B3'  his  unwearied  labors  he  has  made  the  school  one 
of  the  largest  and  most  useful  in  the  State. 

^  Thomas  "NV".  Nowers  was  born  in  Dover,  Eng- 
land, March  25,  1822.  For  nearl}-  twent}-  j-ears  he 
has  resided  in  Chelsea,  Mass.,  w'here  he  is  greatlj' 
respected  for  his  social  and  Christian  virtues.  He 
is  connected  with  the  Central  Church  and  Society. 

^  Joel  Hall,  son  of  Jedediah  Hall,  w'as  born  in 
that  part  of  Falmouth  which  was  known  as  Pis- 
cataqua,  December  5,  1775.  In  early  life  he  re- 
moved to  Portland,  where  for  many  years  he  was 
an  enterprising  and  successful  merchant.  His  house 
was  in  the  easterl}'  section  of  Cumberland  street, 
and  for  a  long  period  it  was  the  onl}-  brick  house 
on  the  street.  He  died  Maj^  1,  1851,  aged  74. 
John  Neal,  Esq.,  married  a  daughter  of  Mr.  Hall. 

'•^  John  Cakr  was  born  in  Portland,  Me.,  March 
3,  1709,  He  was  from  early  life  connected  with  a 
Christian  church,  and  lived  a  humble,  unostenta- 
tious life  —  gaining  the  respect  and  love  of  his 
fellow-men.     He  died  Januar}^  21,  1845,  aged  75. 

^  John  Sale  was  born  in  that  part  of  Chelsea, 
now  Revere,  Mass.,  November  27,  1820.  For  man}"- 
years  he  has  prepared  the  Directory  for  Chelsea  and 
other  places,  and  is  well  known  for  his  correctness 
in  recording  names  and  giving  residences  and  places 
of  business.  He  has  been  long  connected  with  the 
Winnisimmet  Church  in  Clielsea. 

^  Salmon  Chase  was  born  in  Cornisli,  N.  H.,  in 
17G1,  and  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College  in  1785. 
He  studied  law  with  Judge  Sherl)urne  of  New  Hamp- 
shire, after  whicli  he  establislied  liiuiself  in  PorLhiiid, 
where  he  remained,  an  able  lawyer,  till  his  death, 
which  occurred  in  180G,  at  the  age  of  45  years. 
Mr.  C.  was  an  uncle  of  the  late  Salmon  Portland 
Chase,  Secretary  of  the  Treasury  of  the  United 
States. 


374  NOTES. 

**  Robert  Treat  Paine  was  boni  in  Boston, 
March  11,  1731,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  Col- 
leoe  in  1749.  He  was  one  of  tlie  sioners  of  the 
Declaration  of  Independence.  Mr.  Paine  was  a 
Judge  of  the  Massachusetts  Superior  Court  from 
1790  to  1804.  Harvard  conferred  upon  him  the 
honorarj'  degree  of  LL.  D.  He  died  in  Boston, 
May  11,  1814,  aged  83. 

A  son  of  the  above,  by  the  same  name,  was  born 
in  Taunton,  Mass.,  December  9,  1773,  and  gradu- 
ated at  Harvard  College  in  1792.  He  was  the 
author  of  "Adams  and  Libert}',"  and  several  other 
songs,  that  were  very  popular  at  the  time  the}-  were 
written.  His  writings  were  collected  and  published 
In  1812.  Mr.  Paine  died  in  Boston,  November  13, 
1811,  aged  38. 

^'*"  Timothy  Flint  was  born  in  Reading,  Mass., 
July  11,  1780,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in 
1800.  He  was  settled  as  a  Congregational  minister 
in  Lunenburg,  Mass.,  and  in  1815  went  as  a  mis- 
sionary to  the  Mississippi  Vallej-.  He  died  in 
Salem,  Mass.,  August  16,  1840,  aged  GO  3-ears. 

Alonzo  IL  Quint,  an  orthodox  divine,  was  born 
in  Barnstead,  N.H.,  March  22,  1828.  For  several 
years  he  was  pastor  of  a  church  in  New  Bedford. 

^"^  Joseph  M.  Gerrish  was  born  in  Durham,  Me., 
March  24,  1783.  A  poor  boy,  he  found  his  way  to 
Poi'tland,  and  was  soon  emploj'cd  in  the  office  of 
Judge  Samuel  Freeman,  who  was  then  Clerk  of  the 
Court.  In  1807  he  was  appointed  Deputy  Sheriff  by 
John  Waite,  who  held  his  office  of  Sheriff  of  Cum- 
berland County  for  a  period  of  thirty-four  3-ears. 
Mr.  Gerrish  was  appointed  Jailer  b}'  Colonel  Ilun- 
newell,  and  was  continued  in  office  by  his  successor, 
Colonel  Foxcroft,  although  opposed  to  him  in  poli- 
tics. From  1812  to  1824,  Mr.  G.  was  collector  of 
taxes  for  the  town,  and  treasurer  and  collector  from 
1823  to  1825.  In  1831  he  was  chosen  a  Representa- 
tive to  the  Legislature.     He  was  subsequently  au 


NOTES.  375 

Alderman  of  the  011}%  For  a  period  of  eleven  3-ears, 
from  January  1,  1837,  to  December  31,  1847,  Mr. 
G.,  in  connection  with  his  son-in-law,  William  E. 
Edwards,*  was  publisher  of  the  Portland  Dail}^ 
Advertiser,  which  position  he  relinquished  on  ac- 
count of  failing  health. 

From  the  well  known  benevolent  character  and 
eminent  ability  of  Mr.  Gerrish,  he  was  often  so- 
licited by  the  old  residents  of  Portland,  and  by 
widows  and  orphans,  to  settle  their  intricate  affairs, 
or  to  act  as  administrator  of  their  estates,  which 
in  numberless  cases  he  attended  to,  declining  to  re- 
ceive any  pay  for  his  services.  When  our  good 
friend,  the  late  David  Buxton,  one  of  the  kindest 
and  most  conscientious  men,  became  reduced  in  his 
circumstances,  Mr.  Gerrish  was  the  first  person  who 
came  forward  to  head  a  subscription  list,  to  raise 
money  and  lift  the  mortgage  on  his  homestead. 

An  old  gentleman  proposed  to  erect  a  small  house 
on  a  lot  of  land  through  which  the  city  contemplated 
laying  out  a  street.  Mr.  Gerrish  kindly  informed 
the  man  that  where  he  proposed  to  build,  was  over 
the  line  of  the  street,  and  that  in  case  he  built  his 
house  he  would  be  obliged  to  remove  it.  The  old 
gentleman  consulted  a  neighbor,  who  told  him  that 
"  Mr.  G.  had  Ijetter  mind  his  own  business,"  and 
advised  him  to  go  ahead  and  build.  lie  did  so,  and 
the  result  was  the  poor  man  was  under  tlie  necessity 
of  removing  his  house.     Mr.  Gerrish  immediately 

*  William  E.  Edwards  was  born  in  Boston,  ]\ray  23, 
1804.  He  was  a  son  of  Colonel  Thomas  Edwards,  of 
Kevolutionary  fame,  a  graduate  of  Harvard  Collcg-e  in 
1771,  who  served  as  Judge  Advocate  General  during  tho 
war,  and  who  died  in  Boston,  August  4,  180(i,  aged  5;}. 
In  early  j-outh,  William  removed  to  Portland  with  his 
motiicr,  learned  the  trade  of  a  printer,  and  was  one  of  the 
proprietors  of  the  Portland  Ga/ette  and  Daily  Advertiser 
for  more  than  twenty  years.  His  wife,  Adeline  Gerrisli, 
died  January  11,  187o.  Mr.  Edwards  has  been  couuected 
with  the  Custom  House  for  a  long  period. 


376  NOTES. 

headed  a  subscription  list  in  aid  of  the  old  gentle- 
man. How  many,  under  simihir  circumstances,  would 
have  done  as  noblj?  Mr.  G.  has  frequently  settled 
bankrupt  estates,  and  where  the  men  were  really  un- 
fortunate and  poor,  has  given  his  commissions  to 
their  families. 

Mr.  Gerrish,  in  all  the  offices  he  sustained,  was 
judicious  and  faithful ;  an  upright,  true  and  honest 
man  ;  remarkably  kind  and  accommodaliug  to  the 
unfortunate  —  especially  in  those  trying  j-ears  whilst 
he  was  Deputy  Sheriff,  from  1812  to  1815,  during 
our  war  with  England,  *vhen  so  many  found  it  ex- 
tremely difficult  to  get  employment  and  pay  their 
honest  debts.  Mr.  Gerrish  died  April  29,  1853, 
aged  70  years. 

^"-  Henry  A.  Clark  was  born  in  Boston,  May  7, 
1833.  He  possesses  quite  a  mechanical  genius.  He 
has  patented  several  articles  which  have  proved 
greatly  beneficial,  but  none  more  so  than  the  valu- 
able water-proof  fabric,  which  so  nearl}-  resembles 
leather,  that  it  is  extensively  used  b}'  manufacturers 
of  shoes  and  other  articles. 

^*^  Alonzo  C.  Tenxey  was  born  in  Boston,  Noyem- 
ber  13,  1833,  and  resides  in  Chelsea,  Mass.  He  is 
intelligent,  benevolent  where  he  takes,  and  a  true 
Christian,  we  trust,  who  has  already  made  a  de- 
cidedl}^  favorable  impression  in  the  community 
where  he  resides.  He  is  connected  with  the  Cen- 
tral Cliurch,  and  is  an  effective  worker  on  the  School 
Committee.  With  no  opposition  in  his  schemes  of 
Christian  enterprise  and  benevolence,  he  will  work 
wonders. 

^'^*  Samuel  Fotiiergill  Hdssey  was  born  in  Ber- 
wick, Maine,  October  28,  1755.  He  was  of  Quaker 
parentage,  and  remained  a  devoted  Friend  to  the 
close  of  his  long  life.  He  early  removed  to  Port- 
land, and  for  man}'  years  was  an  active  merchant 
and  wliarfinger.  He  lived  on  the  corner  of  School 
and  Back  street,  and  had  a  large  garden  connected 


NOTES.  377 

with  his  house.  As  the  public  school-house  lot  joined 
his  premises,  the  thoughtless  bo^'s  would  often  pur- 
loin his  fruit,  to  his  great  annoyance.  But  the  good 
old  man  was  kind  to  all,  and  seldom  suffered  his 
temper  to  get  the  mastery  of  him.  The  house  he 
occupied  was  destro3'ed  by  the  great  fire  of  1866. 
About  the  year  1820  he  wrote  a  book  in  reply  to 
Rev.  Asa  Hand's  "  AVord  in  Season,"  a  copy  of 
which  we  have  preserved.  Mr.  Husse}'  died  April 
4,  1837,  in  his  82d  ^-ear. 

m  Pj^teu  Hall  was  born  in  Falmouth,  Me.,  June 
1,  1774,  and  early  remove(J  to  Portland,  where  for 
many  3'ears  he  was  an  active  and  efiicient  constable. 
He  lived  on  Cumberland,  corner  of  M3'rtle  street. 
Mr.  Hall  died  in  1835,  aged  61  years. 

lofi  ^ViLi^iAM  PoLLEYS  was  a  police  officer,  a  tall, 
portly  man,  who  was  chosen  yearly  by  the  citizens 
of  Portland,  to  look  after  the  interests  of  the  town. 
Whenever  au}^  mischief  was  brewing,  the  cry  was, 
"  Look  out  for  Polleys  !  "  The  boys,  particularly, 
trembled  at  his  approach  —  especial!}'  if  they  were 
detected  in  throwing  stones  or  playing  ball  on  the 
public  streets.  If  a  man  was  found  smoking  a  pipe 
or  a  cigar  on  the  highwa3's  b}'  Mr.  V.,  he  was  at 
once  fined  one  dollar  —  such  being  the  wholesome 
law  of  the  olden  time,  when  our  fathers  loved  to 
breathe  the  pure  air  of  heaven  —  not  poisoned  by 
the  fumes  of  a  vile  narcotic.  Mr.  Polleys  lived  on 
"Washington,  near  the  head  of  Cuml)erland  street. 
He  was  born  June  13,  1762,  and  died  March  ID, 
1830,  aged  67  years. 

.  '"^  John  Butler  Avas  born  in  Newburj-,  Mass.,  in 
1732,  and  earl}'  removed  to  Portland,  where  lie 
accunuihited  a  handsome  property.  Mislbrtuue  fell 
upon  him  —  he  lost  his  property*  —  several  children 
were  removed  b}'  death — reason  was  (U'throned, 
and  he  became  a  wanderer  about  the  streets  —  a 
harmless  maniac.  He  died  in  AVi-stbrook,  Me.,  De- 
cember, 1827,  aged  95  j'ears,  leaving  no  relatives. 


378  NOTES 


108 


King  Bose,  of  African  descent,  was  born  in 
Portland  in  180G.  A  general  favorite  among  the 
youth  of  his  time,  he  often  accompanied  them  on 
their  pleasant  excursions,  and  joined  with  them  in 
their  innocent  sports.  He  lived  on  Wilmot  street. 
He  died  at  sea  when  quite  a  j'oung  man. 

109  pifty  or  sixty  j-ears  ago  there  were  few  houses, 
and  no  streets,  east  of  Cumberland  street,  in  Port- 
land. Each  owner  had  his  land  fenced  off,  and  this 
portion  of  the  town  was  called  the  Back  Fields, 
where  the  boys  often  resorted  to  fl}^  their  kites  in 
summer,  and  coast  in  winter.  We  learn  that  streets 
have  been  laid  out  in  this  section  of  the  town,  and 
that  many  elegant  buildings  have  been  erected. 

"°  Munjoy's  Hill  is  a  large  promontory  in  Port- 
land, where  the  people  collected  on  high  da3's  to  see 
the  sights,  spend  their  monc}',  and  amuse  them- 
selves and  their  children.  From  this  hill  one  has  a 
fine  view  of  the  town,  the  harbor,  and  the  distant 
islands. 

"^  Hog  Island  is  a  beautiful  place  in  Casco  Ba}-, 
where  pleasure  parties  often  resort  in  the  summer 
season.  After  fishing,  they  run  into  a  delightful 
cove  on  the  island,  cook  their  fish,  and  partake  of 
chowder  and  refreshments.  Our  friend  Beckett  has 
named  the  place  Diamond  Island,  and  written  a  fine 
poem  that  Avill  make  it  remembered. 

"^  ]\I()osE  Alley  was  a  narrow  lane  which  ran 
from  Middle  street  to  Fore  street,  in  Portland. 
The  entrance  on  Middle  street  was  but  a  few  feet 
wide.  The  allc}-  has  been  enlarged,  and  takes  the 
name  of  Chatham  street.  Clay  Cove  was  but  a 
short  distance  southeast  of  the  alley.  That  also,  we 
learn,  has  been  filled  up  since  we  were  in  the  cit}'. 

^'^  Moses  Hall,  a  brother  of  Joel  and  Peter  Hall, 
was  born  in  Falmouth,  Me.,  June  5,  1784.  For 
several  years  he  taught  tlie  public  school  in  Port- 
land, located  on  Back  street,  opposite  the  Third 
Church.     Being  one  of  his  pupils,  we  remember  him 


NOTES.  379 

as  an  excellent  teacher  and  a  kind-hearted  gentle- 
man. We  sliall  never  forget,  one  day  at  school, 
when  a  child  of  six  or  seven  j-ears,  he  gently  put 
his  hand  upon  our  head,  as  he  smiled  and  encour- 
aged us  in  some  ditticult  task.  AVe  loved  him  as 
long  as  he  lived,  and  felt  no  little  sorrow  when  he 
passed  awa}'.  He  died  in  Westbrook,  Me.,  Novem- 
ber 7,  1848,  aged  64,  leaving  two  or  three  children, 
one  of  whom  married  the  late  Freeman  Bradford, 
Esq.  J\lr.  Hall  lived  for  many  j^ears  on  Wilmot,  a 
little  below  Cumberland  street. 

"^  AViLLiAM  Sheaf  was  born  in  Portland,  Septem- 
ber 14,  1807,  and  lived  at  the  foot  of  Moose  Alley. 
He  died  Septeml)er  18,  1848,  aged  41.  He  was  a 
kind  neighbor  and  a  good  citizen. 

Hknry  B.  Burns  was  born  in  Portland,  April  28, 
1807.  He  lived  on  the  corner  of  Middle  and  Deer 
street.  He  learned  a  mechanical  trade  and  became 
an  industrious  and  Avorthy  man  —  respected  by  all 
who  knew  him.  Mr.  Burns  died  September  5, 
186G,  aged  51)  years. 

^^  Dkeuing's  AVoods  is  a  large  tract  of  land  in 
the  western  part  of  Portland,  covered  with  a  fine 
growth  of  trees.  It  is  owned  by  the  heirs  of  tlie 
late  James  Deering.  It  is  a  beautiful  place.  AVe 
trust  it  ma}'  never  be  disturbed. 

"•^  James  Crie  was  born  in  Portland,  NoAcmber 
29,  1806.  He  has  been  a  member  of  the  Common 
Council.  He  is  now  connected  with  the  Custom 
House.  For  man}'  years  he  was  a  Deacon  of  the 
Third  Church  —  over  wliicli  tlie  late  Dr.  Dwight 
was  pastor  for  a  tliird  of  a  century.  In  the  so- 
cial relations  of  life  Mr.  Crie  is  all  that  could  be 
desired  —  prompt,  sincere,  faitliful,  Clnistian.  Few 
men  have  been  more  respected  and  beloved. 

""  AViLLiAM  Hans  was  a  Revolutionary  soldier, 
often  seen  in  the  streets  of  Portland,  half  a  cen- 
tury ago.  Occasionally  he  was  overtaken  by  strong 
drink,  and  then  his  good  nature  was  disturbed  by 


380  NOTES. 

the  boys.  Nothing  that  was  said  ■would  have  a 
greater  tendency  to  excite  the  angry  feelings  of  the 
veteran,  than  tlie  exclamation,  "  AVashington  l)ehind 
the  stump  !  "  The  old  gentleman  would  immediately 
turn  about,  chase  the  bo3-s,  and  sometimes  hurl  large 
stones  at  them.  lie  died  in  1831,  aged  74  jrs.  A 
portrait  of  the  venerable  soldier,  painted  b}'  the  late 
Charles  Codman,  hangs  in  one  of  our  rooms. 

"^  Samuel  D.  Freeman,  son  of  Judge  Freeman, 
was  born  in  Portland,  May  29,  1781,  and  graduated 
at  Harvard  College  in  1800.  He  was  a  remarkably 
bright  and  talented  J'oung  man,  but  too  close  appli- 
cation to  his  studies  unsettled  his  mind  ;  he  became 
moody  and  taciturn,  avoided  company,  and  threw 
aside  the  books  which  had  given  him  so  much  pleas- 
ure. After  a  while  he  purchased  a  saw  and  wood- 
horse,  and  went  round  among  the  poor  and  friend- 
less, and  prepared  their  wood  for  burning.  He 
invariably  refused  to  take  any  compensation  for  his 
services.  Mr.  Freeman  never  regained  his  reason, 
and  died  September  17,  1831,  aged  50  3-ears. 

"^  Rocky  Hill  is  in  Falmouth,  Maine  —  a  place 
where  bo3-s  used  to  assemble  to  gather  berries,  cut 
spruce,  and  pass  a  pleasant  summer  afternoon. 

^""  BitAMHALL's  Heights,  situated  at  the  western 
extremity  of  Portland,  was  named  for  its  original 
owner,  George  Bramliall,  Avho  was  killed  by  the 
Indians  in  1G89,  while  defending  his  famil}-  and 
property  from  their  savage  attacks.  When  we  were 
3'oung,  Bramhall's  Hill  was  a  favorite  spot  for  chil- 
dren to  2;ather  flowers  on  the  first  mornino;  in  Mav. 
It  was  covered  with  trees  and  shrubbeiy,  and  seemed 
to  be  a  long  distance  from  the  centre  of  the  town. 

^^  vSamuel  Chase  owned  a  lot  of  land  at  the  foot 
of  Wilmot  street,  in  Portland,  on  which  a  wall  of 
logs  was  built  to  keep  the  banking  from  washing 
awa3'.  Here  bovs  would  gather  in  summer  to  bathe 
in  tlic  waters  of  the  beautiful  cove  ;  now  mostly 
filled  up  1)3'  the  march  of  improvement  —  so  called. 


NOTES.  381 

Mr.  Chase  was  born  in  Chester,  N.  11.,  in  1780,  and 
in  earl}'  manhood  removed  to  Portland,  where  he 
lived  an  upright,  consistent  Christian  life  till  his 
death,  which  took  place  in  August,  1867,  at  the  age 
of  87  3-ears. 

We  have  a  sort  of  affection  for  TVilmot  street ;  for 
there  we  were  born,  and  in  its  vicinity  we  passed  our 
childhood  and  early  3-onth. 

^--Chas.  H.  Spukgeon  wasborn  at  Kelvedon,  Essex 
County,  England,  in  1834.  If  we  can  rely  upon  the 
papers  and  the  foreign  correspondents,  he  is  an  in- 
veterate smoker  and  beer  drinker.  He  has  made  the 
statement,  that  smoking  is  perfectly  justifial)le  in  a 
minister,  and  that  he  uses  tlie  weed  "  for  the  glory 
of  God."     Is  he  joined  to  his  idols  ? 

^-^  Reuben  Ruby  Avas  born  in  Gra}-,  Maine,  De- 
cember 28,  1798,  and  in  early  manhood  removed  to 
Portland,  where  he  now  resides.  He  has  long  been 
connected  with  the  Custom  House.  From  a  life- 
long acquaintance  with  Mr.  Rub}',  we  can  testify  to 
his  worth,  as  an  u[)right,  faithful  man,  and  a  humble, 
conscientious  Christian. 

^*  William  Wells  Brown  was  born  in  Lexing- 
ton, Ky.,  March  15,  181 G.  He  was  a  slave  for 
eighteen  3'ears.  He  became  free  —  secured  an  edu- 
cation—  travelled  over  Europe,  and  is  now  residing 
in  Cambridge,  Mass.  Pie  has  written  several  in- 
teresting and  instructive  works:  "Clotel;"  "The 
Black  Man  ; "  "  Negro  in  the  Rebellion  ;  "  "  Sketches 
of  Places  and  People  Abroad  ;  "  "  Rising  Son  ;  "  and 
a  Biography  of  himself. 

^^  William  Jenks  was  born  in  Newton,  Mass., 
November  25,  1778,  and  removed  to  Boston  with  his 
])arents  Avhcn  he  was  quite  young.  He  graduated  at 
llarvard  College  in  17'J7,  studied  theology,  and  was 
settled  in  Bath,  Me.,  in  1805,  where  he  remained  for 
eighteen  years.  From  1820  to  1815  he  was  pastor 
of  the  Green  Street  Church,  Boston.  At  tliis  time  he 
prepared  the  "  Comprehensive  Commentary,"  which 


382  NOTES. 

has  met  with  a  large  sale.  He  was  the  owner  of  an 
extensive  library,  mostly  in  theology.  Once  when 
we  were  invited  to  examine  it,  he  remarked  to  ns  — 
"  I  did  not  know  why  I  was  indnced  to  collect  so 
many  books,  until  I  was  emplo^-ed  to  write  the  Com- 
mentary ;  but  then  I  found  a  use  for  them."  In 
1825  Bowdoin  College  conferred  on  Mr.  Jenks  the 
honorary  degree  of  D.  D.  He  died  in  Boston,  No- 
vember 13,  1866,  aged  88  j-ears. 

^-*^  Albert  Barnes  was  born  in  Rome,  N.  Y.,  De- 
cember 1,  1798,  and  graduated  at  Hamilton  College 
in  1822.  He  became  a  Presbyterian  clergj-man,  and 
was  first  settled  in  Morristown,  N.  Y.,  and  after- 
wards in  Philadelphia.  He  wrote  the  valuable  notes 
on  the  New  Testament,  which  have  proved  so  useful 
to  Sabbath  school  teachers  and  in  the  family  circle. 
He  was  also  the  author  of  several  religious  Avorks 
which  have  had  a  Avide  sale.  Mr.  Barnes  died  in 
Philadelphia,  December  24,  1870,  aged  72  years. 

^^  Lucius  R.  Paige  was  born  in  Hardwick,  Mass., 
March  8,  1802,  and  for  many  years  was  a  preacher 
of  the  Universalist  denomination.  He  was  after- 
wards Cashier  of  the  Cambridge  Bank,  and  for  a  long 
period  City  Clerk.  He  still  resides  in  Cambridge. 
His  works  are,  "  Selections  from  Eminent  Commen- 
tators ;  "  "  Commentary  on  the  New  Testament ;  " 
"  Centennial  at  Hardwick,"  and  a  "  History  of  Cam- 
bridge, Mass."  The  latter  has  just  been  prepared 
for  the  press.  In  1861  Tufts  College  conferred  on 
Mr.  Paige  the  honorary  degree  of  D.  D.  Mr.  P.  is 
a  fine  scholar,  and  remarkabl)'  correct  in  whatever 
he  writes.  As  to  his  social  (qualities  and  Christian 
virtues,  there  is  not  his  superior,  we  verily  believe, 
ill  all  New  England. 

^^  George  A.  Thomas  was  born  in  Portland,  Sep- 
tember 16,  1819.  Extremely  fond  of  music,  he  is  an 
excellent  pla3"er  on  the  piano  and  organ,  and  with 
his  fine  voice  often  entertains  a  company  of  de- 
lighted hearers.     Full  of  life,  and  genial  in  spirits. 


NOTES.  383 

Mr.  T.  is  the  pride  of  tlie  social  circle  and  the  soul 
of  the  evening  entertainment.  The  blues  never  reach 
his  intimate  friends  and  acquaintances. 

^'■^  Messrs.  Winch  and  Strauss  are  famous  com- 
posers and  singers.  The  former  is  an  American  — 
the  latter  a  German. 

'■^"  Isaac  Newton  was  born  at  Woolsthorpe,  Eng- 
land, December  25,  1G42.  He  was  the  prince  of 
phi'o  ophers ;  nay  more,  a  humble  and  devout 
Christian.  It  is  recorded  that  the  law  of  attraction 
was  first  suggested  to  Newton  b}'  seeing  an  apple 
fall  from  a  tree.  He  died  March  20,  1727,  aged  84, 
and  was  buried  in  Westminster  Abbc}-. 

^^  John  Milton,  author  of  "Paradise  Lost,"  was 
born  in  L(mdon,  December  9,  1G08,  and  died  Novem- 
ber 8,  1G74,  aged  60  3-ears. 

^"-  Edward  Young,  author  of  "  Night  Thoughts," 
was  born  at  Upham,  England,  June,  1G81.  He  died 
at  Welwyn,  April  5,  17G5,  aged  nearl}^  84. 

^^  George  AViiitefield,  a  celebrated  divine,  was 
born  at  Gloucester,  England,  December  16,  1714, 
and  died  at  Nesvbmyport,  Mass.,  September  30, 
1770,  aged  55  years. 

^^  George  Washington,  first  President  of  the 
United  States,  was  born  at  Bridge's  Creek,  Vir- 
ginia, February  22,  17.32,  and  died  at  Mt.  Vernon, 
Deceuibor  14,  170U,  aged  67  j-ears. 

'•-'  See  note  130. 

'"*'  Galileo  was  born  at  Florence,  Italy,  in  1564. 
He  was  imprisoned  for  asserting  the  motion  of  the 
eartli,  and  its  revolutions  round  the  sun.  He  became 
l)liud  before  his  death,  wliich  occurred  at  Arcetri, 
near  Florence,  January  8,  1642,  in  the  78th  year  of 
his  age. 

'^'  Philip  Doddridge  was  born  in  London,  June 
26,  1702.  His  mother  taught  him  to  read  from  the 
tiles  in  her  fireplace.  He  became  one  of  the  most 
celebrated  of  divines — a  devoted,  earnest  Ciuistian. 
His  "Progress  of  Religion  in  the  Soul"  has  been 


384  NOTES. 

instrumental  of  incalculable  good  to  thousands.  The 
Doctor  died  near  Lisbon,  whither  he  had  gone  for 
his  health,  October  26,  1751,  in  the  50th  year  of  his. 
age.  His  works  have  been  printed  in  five  volumes, 
exclusive  of  his  valuable  Exposition  of  the  New 
Testament.  Mr.  Doddridge  was  a  superior  pen- 
man, and  the  manuscript  of  his  Exposition  was 
written  in  so  plain  a  manner  as  to  be  read  almost  as 
easily  as  print.  We  have  a  specimen  before  us  —  a 
leaf  taken  from  the  original  manuscript.  An  inter- 
esting life  of  the  Doctor  was  written  by  Rev.  Job 
Orton,  one  of  his  pupils. 

^^  Edward  Swain  Davis  was  born  in  Lynn,  Mass., 
June  22,  1810,  and  still  resides  in  his  native  place. 
He  was  four  j'ears  a  member  of  the  Common  Council, 
several  j-ears  on  the  School  Committee  ;  a  Represen- 
tative to  the  Legislature  in  1838,  and  was  chosen 
JMayor  of  the  city  in  1859  and  1860.  He  has  been 
a  church  officer  since  1833.  Alwa3's  a  lover  of 
books,  Mr.  Davis  has  collected  one  of  the  largest 
private  libraries  in  the  State.  Among  them  arc 
many  valuable  and  remarkably  scarce  volumes. 

i3i)  Stephen  Longfellow  Avas  born  in  Gorham, 
Me.,  March  23,  1776,  and  graduated  at  Harvard 
College  in  1798,  in  the  class  witli  Judge  Story  and 
Dr.  Channing.  He  studied  law  in  the  office  of  Sal- 
mon Chase,  and  commenced  practice  in  Portland  in 
1801,  where  he  remained  till  his  death,  which  oc- 
curred August  3,  1849,  at  the  age  of  73.  Mr.  L. 
was  a  man  of  taste,  and  loved  "  the  sweet  serenit}- 
of  books."  He  was  selected  by  the  inhal)itants  of 
Portland  in  ISO-l  to  deliver  the  public  oration  on  the 
fourth  of  July.  The  peoi)le  were  so  well  pleased 
with  the  performance  that  they  insisted  on  its  being 
printed.     A  copy  is  in  our  library. 

When  La  Fayette  visited  Portland,  in  1825,  Mr. 
Longfellow  was  appointed  to  receive  the  distin- 
guished guest,  in  behalf  of  the  citizens  of  the  town. 
His  address  of  welcome  was  neat  and  appropriate. 


NOTES.  385 

Mr.  L.  was  a  member  of  the  IStli  Congress,  and 
also  of  the  celebrated  Hartford  Convention.  In 
1828  lie  received  from  Bowdoin  College  the  hon- 
orary degree  of  Doctor  of  Laws.  In  every  rela- 
tion of  life  Mr.  Lon(j;fellow  was  all  that  could  be 
desired  —  social,  generous.  Christian.  As  Mr.  L. 
advanced  in  years,  although  feeble  in  health,  he 
continued  the  practice  of  his  profession,  as  far  as 
he  was  able.     He  felt  that 

'  Something  remains  for  us  to  do  or  dare; 
Even  the  oldest  tree  some  fruit  may  bear." 

"We  shall  never  forget  his  kindness.  Once  out  of 
pure  friendship,  when  from  bodily  infirmity  he  had 
almost  ceased  to  appear  before  a  judge  or  jur}',  he 
defended  us  in  a  militia  case,  before  Judge  Luther 
Fitch,  with  Charles  Harding  for  his  opponent,  and 
never  were  we  more  amused.  Mr.  L.  would  admit 
nothing  —  not  even  the  existence  of  the  military 
company  —  witliout  sufficient  proof.  Both  the  Judge 
and  Mr.  Harding  were  perplexed  —  the  latter  was 
very  angry  —  and  the  case  was  at  once  dismissed, 
to  the  no  little  satisfaction  and  delight  of  all  who 
were  present. 

A  more  excellent  man  we  have  never  known.  He 
died  in  the  triumphs  of  that  Christian  faith  which 
he  had  professed  from  early  life.  IMr.  Longfellow 
was  the  father  of  Henry  "\V.,  tlie  distinguished  poet ; 
Stephen,  Jr.  —  a  man  of  rare  talents  and  superior 
attainments,  who  was  earl}'^  removed  by  death,  and 
whose  memory  will  always  be  precious  tons  ;  Samuel, 
the  fine  scholar  and  accomplisheil  divine,  formerly 
pastor  of  a  church  in  Brooklj-n,  N.  Y.,  who  now 
resides  in  C-ambridge,  Mass.,  and  Alexander,  the 
efficient  civil  engineer,  connected  with  the  Coast 
Survc}',  who  resides  in  Deering,  Maine. 

""  George  M.  Baiitol  was  born  in  Freeport,  INIc., 
September  18,  1820,  and  passed  his  early  youth  iu 
35 


386  NOTES. 

Portland,  where  his  father  removed ;  graduated  at 
Brown  University  in  1842,  and  settled  in  Lancaster, 
Mass.,  in  1847,  Avhere  lie  continues  the  faithrul  and 
beloved  pastor  of  the  Unitarian  Church.  He  is  a 
man  of  excellent  talents,  but  modest  and  retiring. 
His  publications  are  two  occasional  sermons.  Mr. 
Bartol  has  a  well-selected  library,  and  a  large  col- 
lection of  rare  and  valuable  engravings.  He  has  a 
])rother,  Rev.  Cj'rus  A.  Bartol,  who  is  pastor  of  the 
West  Church,  in  Boston. 

"^  Charles  A.  Lord  was  born  in  Kennebunkport, 
Me.,  May  11,  1806,  and  graduated  at  Bowdoin  Col- 
lege in  182G.  For  many  years  he  was  a  bookseller 
in  New  York  City  —  he  afterwards  published  a  paper 
out  AVest.  In  1851  he  was  called  to  Portland,  to 
assist  Dr.  Cummings  in  editing  the  Christian  JNIirror. 
After  the  death  of  the  Doctor,  in  1856,  he  assumed 
the  entire  control  of  the  paper,  and  continued  its 
editor  till  Jul}',  1874,  when  he  sold  out  and  relin- 
quished a  post  he  had  so  long  and  ably  sustained. 

"-  Francis  O.  J.  Smith  was  born  in  Brentwood, 
N.  H.,  November  23,  180G,  and  was  educated  at 
Phillips  Academy,  Exeter.  He  read  law  in  part  with 
the  late  Hon.  Ichabod  Bartlett,  of  Portsmouth,  and 
afterwards  entered  the  office  of  JNlessrs.  Fessendcn 
and  Deblois  —  having  removed  to  Portland  with  his 
parents.  He  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  March, 
1826,  at  the  age  of  nineteen  3'ears  and  four  months. 

Few  men  have  passed  a  more  busy  life  than  Mr. 
Smith.  He  seldom  has  a  moment  hanging  idl}-  on 
his  hands.  His  first  publication  was  a  Disserta- 
tion on  the  Injurious  Effects  of  Lottei'ies,  in  a  pam- 
phlet form,  wiien  he  was  quite  a  young  man.  A 
few  years  later  he  prepared  an  edition  of  the  Laws 
of  IMaine,  in  two  large  octavo  volumes,  containing 
nolcs  and  references,  delineating  the  additions  and 
modifications  enacted  by  the  Legislature,  from  1821 
to  1834,  with  synoptical  notes  of  every  judicial  de- 
cision which  had  l)ecn  made  by  the  law  courts  of 


NOTES.  387 

Massachusetts  —  from  the  statutes  of  which  State 
most  of  the  laws  of  Maine  to  1834  were  derived 
—  and  of  Maine  on  the  construction  of  these  stat- 
utes. The  labor  of  preparing  these  works  was  im- 
mense. AVhile  engaged  in  this  undertaking,  Mr. 
Smith  had  an  extensive  law  practice  and  was  largely 
interested  in  political  matters.  In  fact  at  the  same 
time  he  was  editing  the  Eastern  Argus  and  the  Au- 
gusta Age.  The  latter  paper  was  started  by  him  in 
1831.  Mr.  Smith  was  elected  to  the  Legislature  of 
]\Iaine  in  1830,  and  to  the  Senate,  from  Cumberland 
County,  in  1832,  and  was  chosen  President  of  the 
Senate  in  1833.  He  was  elected  member  of  Con- 
gress from  Cumberland  District  in  September,  1833, 
and  twice  re-elected,  serving  six  sessions.  In  1838, 
in  company  with  Professor  Morse,  he  went  to  Europe 
to  introduce  the  Electric  Magnetic  Telegraph.  In 
July,  1839,  Mr.  S.  established  in  Portland  the  Argus 
Revived,  in  opposition  to  Mr.  Van  Bnren's  re-election 
to  the  Presidency,  and  advocating  the  claims  of  Gen- 
eral Harrison.  For  a  time  Mr.  Smith  retired  from 
active  political  life,  and  devoted  eight  or  ten  years 
to  introducing  and  establishing  Morse's  Telegraph. 

In  1818,  while  busily  engaged  in  establishing  the 
Telegraph,  Mr.  Smitli  was  obliged  to  pass  many 
hours  on  the  cars.  Here  he  was  not  idle.  He  found 
time  to  prepare  the  "  Beauties  of  Festus,"  with  a 
copious  index  —  several  editions  of  which  were  read- 
ily sold. 

Mr.  Smith  has  now  in  preparation  an  elaborate 
history  of  the  Telegraph,  which  lie  intends  to  pub- 
lish at  a  future  day.  The  work  will  contain  original 
documents  that  may  materially  alter  the  public  im- 
pression as  to  the  merits  of  those  who  luive  been 
awarded  the  honors  of  the  invention. 

In  1849  or  1850,  Mr.  Smith  constructed,  under 
many  adverse  circumstances,  the  Portland  Gas 
Works,  furnishing  nine-tenths  of  the  cai)ital.  Tlie 
history  of  this  enterprise  would  allbrd  some  inter- 


388  NOTES. 

esting  incidents,  not  veiy  creditable  to  some  of  its 
opponents. 

In  1847  Mr.  Smith  established  the  "  Daily  Um- 
pire," as  an  organ  for  the  support  of  General  Ta3'lor 
for  the  Presidenc}'.  About  the  same  time  he  built  a 
large  theatre  in  Portland.  The  Eastern  Farmer,  pub- 
lished in  1841,  was  edited  by  Mr.  S. 

In  18G1  Mr.  Smith  purchased  the  Portland  Adver- 
tiser, and  vigorousl}^  supported  the  administration 
of  Abraham  Lincoln  and  the  war,  until  the  emanci- 
pation proclamation,  which  it  no  less  vigorously  con- 
demned. This  course  led  to  the  establishment  of  the 
Daily  Press,  which  became  the  organ  of  the  admin- 
istration, and  which  has  been  continued  to  be  pub- 
lished to  the  present  da}-. 

In  1844,  the  better  to  subserve  the  interests  of  the 
Telegraph,  Mr.  Smith  compiled  "The  Secret  Cor- 
responding Vocabulary  ;  adapted  for  use  to  Morse's 
Electro-Magnetic  Telegraph  :  and  also  in  conduct- 
ing written  correspondence  transmitted  Iw  mails,  or 
otherwise."  The  work  was  devised  in  theory  by 
Professor  Morse,  but  executed  by  Mr.  S.  in  a  quarto 
volume  of  250  pages.  It  contains  oG,000  words, 
with  their  appropriate  numbers.  A  limited  edition 
was  pul)lished,  which  was  taken  up  by  the  United 
States  Government  and  private  parties. 

Mr.  Smith  has  published  a  large  number  of  pam- 
l^hlets,  besides  contributing  man}'  articles  to  Hunt's 
Merchants'  Magazine  and  other  periodicals.  His 
Congressional  speeches  would  occupy  several  vol- 
umes. And  yet  we  have  not  mentioned  half  the  labors 
performed  by  this  remarkable  man.  He  has  accom- 
plished more  in  his  life  than  a  dozen  men  ordinarily 
perform  —  having  always  some  object  in  view  —  with 
a  steady  aim  —  a  zeal  that  will  not  abate,  and  a  per- 
severance that  knows  no  discouragement.  He  sees 
no  obstacles  before  him,  however  formidable,  that 
cannot  be  surmounted  or  removed.  Working  Avith 
all  diligence  himself,  he  brings  other  hands  into  the 


NOTES.  389 

field,  and  together,  witli  his  spirit  to  prompt,  and  his 
energy  to  fire,  the  masses  look  on  fairl}'  astounded 
at  the  accomplishment  of  what  the}'  considered  at 
first  utter  impossibilities.  With  the  perseverance  of 
an  Arkwright,  the  strategy  of  a  Napoleon,  the  genius 
of  a  Bacon,  and  the  eloquence  of  a  Burke,  what  maj' 
not  this  indeftitigable  man  accomplish,  for  the  pres- 
ent age  and  posterity,  if  his  life  should  be  continued 
a  score  of  3'ears  ? 

^^  David  M.  Mitchell,  son  of  Ammi  R.  Mitchell, 
M.  D.,  who  died  in  1824,  was  born  in  North  Yar- 
mouth, Me.,  May  9,  1788  —  graduated  at  Yale  Col- 
lege in  1811,  and  at  Andover  Seminaiy  in  1814. 
He  was  settled  in  Waldoborough,  Me.,  in  1816, 
where  he  remained  till  1842,  a  period  of  twent^'-six 
years,  faithfully  discharging  the  duties  of  his  office, 
lie  was  City  Missionary  in  Portland  from  184')  to 
1852,  and  also  in  Roxbury,  Mass.,  from  1852  to 
18G1.  Mr.  Mitcliell  was  a  huml)lc,  child-like  Chris- 
tian, and  literally  went  about  doing  good  and  bear- 
ing fruit  in  his  old  age.  He  died  in  Waltliam,  at 
the  house  of  his  son-in-law.  Rev.  PI  H  Strong,  No- 
vember 27,  1869,  aged  81  years.  Mr.  Mitcliell  pub- 
lished a  small  work  on  Baptism,  and  a  Sermon 
preached  before  the  INIaine  Missionar}^  Society. 

^^*  Joseph  II.  CLiNxm  was  born  in  Trinity,  New- 
foundland, January-  30,  1806.  He  graduated  at 
King's  College,  Nova  Scotia,  in  which  place  he  was 
settled  in  the  ministiy  for  three  years.  In  1836  he 
removed  to  South  Boston,  where  he  was  pastor  of 
the  Episcopal  Church  twenty-two  years.  He  is  now 
Chaplain  of  the  House  of  Correction  in  the  latter 
place.  Mr.  Clinch  has  written  much  for  maga- 
zines and  newspapers,  and  in  1840  he  published  a 
volume — "The  Captivity  in  Babyh)n,  and  other 
Poems"  —  which  was  well  received  by  the  public. 
The  book  contains  many  passages  of  genuine  jioetrv. 

"■'  Geokge  a.  Bailey  was  born  in  West  brook, 
Maine,  Februar}-  2,  1820.     When  a  young  man  he 


390  NOTES. 

was  a  frequent  contributor  to  the  Portland  Tribune, 
both  in  prose  and  verse.  His  articles  were  well  re- 
ceived and  justly  appreciated  by  the  public.  Some 
twenty  j-ears  ago  he  removed  to  AVashington,  and 
has  for  a  long  period  been  connected  with  the  Globe. 
Being  quite  successful  in  business,  Mr.  Bailey  has 
not  been  unmindful  of  his  former  residence.  When 
Portland  suffered  by  the  great  fire,  in  1866,  he  im- 
mediatel}'  sent  a  check  for  a  thousand  dollars  for 
the  relief  of  the  inhabitants,  which  was  gratefully 
acknowledged  b}''  the  city  authorities. 

The  following  sonnet,  by  Mr.  Bailey,  addressed  to 
one  of  his  early  friends,  we  give  as  a  fair  sample 
of  his  poetical  powers  :  — 

"In  his  schooldays  he  knew  a  wildwood  nook, 
Screened  from  the  summer  sun's  oppressive  fire, 
Where  oft  it  was  his  pleasure  to  retire, 

Companioned  by  some  oldtime  poet's  booli  ; 

From  whose  sweet  I'ellowslnp  his  spirit  took 
Great  aspirations — nobler  far  and  liigher 
Than  come  to  plodding  minds,  which  ne'er  desire 

Beyond  the  bounds  of  workday  life  to  look. 

And,  stretched  beside  the  stream  wliicli  liad  its  way 
Tlirough  tlie  hushed  beauty  of  his  loved  retreat. 

He  yielded  up  his  passions  to  the  sway 
Of  liis  fore-brother's  teachings  —  joyed  to  greet 

His  kindred  thus — and  since  lias  dwelt  among 
Tlie  great  true-thoughted  bards,  and  spoke  their  world- 
wide tongue." 

"®  Charles  P.  Ilslet  was  born  in  Portland,  Janu- 
ary 16,  1807,  and  commenced  early  to  write  for  the 
the  Christian  Mirror,  Experiment,  Sabbath  School 
Instructor,  and  other  papers.  He  started  the  Port- 
land Transcri^it,  and  for  many  3'ears  was  its  able 
editor.  In  1856  Mr.  John  P.  Jewett  pulilished 
"Forest  and  Shore"  —  a  work  of  his  of  consider- 
able merit.  For  the  last  five  or  six  years  Mr.  Ilsley 
has  resided  in  Cambridge,  IMass.,  but  his  pen  is  not 
idle.  I^ew  New  Enghand  authors  have  written  more 
popular  stories  than  Mr.  I. 


NOTES.  391 

"While  we  were  publishing  the  Sabbath  School  In- 
structor, IMr.  Ilsley  furnished  us  that  pleasant  little 
poem,  commencing 

"  The  daj^  was  bright  and  beautiful  — 
Tlie  bo3^s  to  play  had  gone  — 
Save  one,  wlio  sat  beside  the  door, 
Dejected  and  alone  "  — 

which  was  extensively  copied,  and  may  now  be 
found  in  several  collections  of  poems.  Mr.  I.  is 
also  the  author  of  the  hymn  found  in  some  of  our 
church  collections,  that  reads  something  like  the 
following  :  — 

"Voyager  o'er  life's  troubled  sea, 
Sailing  to  elernity, 
Turn  from  earthly  tilings  away. 
Vain  are  they,  and  brief  their  stay  : 
Grasp  not  riches  —  count  not  fame  — 
Shining  dust  and  sounding  name  : 
Voyager  !  wliat  are  tbey  to  thee  ? 
Leave  them  all  and  follow  me  !  " 

]\Ir.  Ilsley  has  written  a  History  of  Portland,  still 
in  manuscript,  waiting  for  some  enterprising  pub- 
lisher. 

Mr.  Baile}',  in  his  poem,  thus  speaks  of  Mr. 
Ilsley :  — 

"  Though  passing  well  he  sings  the  praise 
Of  ocean,  flecked  with  foam, 
Not  all  the  wealtli  its  bosom  bears 
Could  buy  his  love  of  liome." 

'^^  IIoRATio  N.  Page  was  born  in  Fr^-eburg,  Me., 
June  20,  ISOG,  studied  medicine  at  Brunswick,  and 
removed  to  Brewer,  Me.,  where  he  resided  twenty- 
seven  years.  In  18G0  he  took  up  his  residence  in 
Chelsea,  Mass.,  where  he  now  resides.  lie  is  a 
skillful  physician,  an  active  and  inlhiential  member 
t)f  the  Ci'utral  Church,  and  a  most  estimaljlc  citizen. 
He  engages  in  every  good  work,  and  exerts  a  wide 
and  healtliy  influence  all  around  him. 


392  NOTES. 

"^  Thomas  Waterman  was  born  in  Lebanon,  N.  H., 
September  14,  1791,  He  removed  to  Boston  in 
1817,  ■\viiere  he  remained  during  his  long  life,  with 
the  exception  of  four  or  five  years,  when  he  was  in 
business  in  Concord,  N.  H.  For  thirty  years  he  was 
booiv-keeper  of  the  Traders'  Bank,  and  relinquished 
his  active  duties  only  when  the  infirmities  of  age 
came  upon  him,  when  he  was  past  fourscore  j'ears. 
Mr.  *  Waterman  had  a  large  and  valuable  librarj', 
from  which  he  derived  instruction  and  comfort,  and 
passed  the  evening  of  life  pleasantly  and  happily 
among  his  books.  We  often  called  upon  him  during 
his  sickness,  and  in\arial)ly  found  him  cheerful  and 
resigned,  with  a  firm  ti'ust  in  his  Redeemer.  Mr. 
W.  was  the  author  of  Biographical  Sketches  of  Dis- 
tinguished Members  of  St.  Andrew's  Ilo3'al  Arch 
Chapter,  published  in  1866.  He  wrote  occasionally 
for  the  Genealogical  Register.  He  had  quite  an 
antiquarian  taste,  and  in  his  librar}-,  which  was 
catalogued  and  sold  b}^  auction,  June  29,  1875, 
were  many  rare  and  valuable  books  and  pamphlets. 
For  the  last  twenty  3'ears  of  his  life  he  kept  a  jour- 
nal, in  which  he  wrote  nearl}-  every  week.  On  one 
of  his  recent  birthdays  we  find  the  following  in  his 
diary  :  "  Tliis  day  I  am  eight3'-one  years  of  age.  I 
have  lived  under  the  administration  of  every  Ameri- 
can president,  and  witnessed  great  clianges  in  our 
country  and  in  foreign  lands  ;  ni}^  old  friends  and 
associates  have  nearly  all  passed  away,  and  wh}'  am 
I  left?  God  be  merciful  to  me  a  sinner  !  "  Before 
closing  his  eyes  in  sleep,  when  he  retired  for  the 
night,  Mr.  W.  was  in  tlie  habit  in  his  old  age  of 
repeating  the  lines  of  Dr.  A\^atts,  which  was  the 
prayer  his  mother  taught  him  in  childhood,  and 
which  he  never  forgot :  — 

"  And  now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep, 
I  pray  tlie  Lord  my  soul  to  keep  ; 
If  I  sliould  die  Ijefore  I  wake, 
I  pray  the  Lord  uiy  soul  to  take." 


NOTES.  393 

* 

Mr.  W.  was  the  father  of  Thomas  Waterman, 
M.  D.,  of  Boston,  a  graduate  of  Harvard  College. 
Mr.  AVaterman  died  February  27, 1875,  aged  83  3-ears. 

"^  CiiAKLKS  CoDMAN  was  bom  in  Boston,  in  the 
yeav  1800.  When  about  two  and  twenty  j-ears  of 
age  he  removed  to  Portland,  and  commenced  paint- 
ing signs  in  a  chamber  he  rented  on  Middle  street. 
In  182G-7  he  painted  some  trees  on  the  walls  of  the 
Elm  Tavern,  for  Mr.  Appleton,  the  landlord,  which  so 
attracted  the  attention  of  John  Neal,  who  accident- ' 
ally  hap|)ened  in,  that  he  sought  out  the  painter,  and 
forthwitli  engaged  him  to  paint  a  landscape  for  him- 
self, fixing  the  price  at  a  dozen  dollars  —  which 
after  one  or  two  trials  was  accomplished,  and  which 
Mr.  Neal  has  in  his  possession  to-day.  From  that 
time  Mr.  Codman  took  a  new  start.  He  painted  a 
picture  for  Simon  Greenleaf,  and  one  for  Thomas  A. 
Deblois,  and  continued  to  paint  and  improve  till  the 
da}'  of  his  death.  Some  of  his  pictures  are  real 
gems.  He  sketched  an  excellent  likeness  of  William 
Hans,  which  we  have  owned  for  many  jears.  Mr. 
Codman  died  September,  1842,  aged  42.  An  obitu- 
ary was  prepared  b}'  John  Neal,  at  our  request,  and 
printed  in  the  Portland  Tribune,  Avhich  we  at  that 
time  conducted. 

'^  CiiAULES  Spuague  was  born  in  Boston,  October 
2G,  1791.  For  nearl}-  lialf  a  centur}'  he  was  Cashier 
of  the  Globe  Bank.  He  delivered  an  oration  before 
the  inhabitants  of  Boston,  July  4,  1825  ;  "An  Ad- 
dress before  the  Massachusetts  Society  for  the  Sui)- 
pression  of  Intemperance,"  1827  ;  a  Poem  —  "  Curi- 
osit}'"  —  before  the  Phi  Beta  lvai)[)a  Society  of  Har- 
vard College,  1829;  a  "Shakespeare  Ode"  at  the 
Boston  Tlieatre,  1823;  and  an  "Ode"  at  the  cen- 
tennial ci'hiljratiou  of  the  settlement  of  Boston, 
1830.  In  1849  his  poems  were  collected  and  pub- 
lislicd  in  a  volume.  Mr.  Si)rague  was  (luite  vigorous 
till  he  was  ui)war(ls  of  seventy  years  of  age.  JMeet- 
ing  him  one  day  soon  after  he  had  reached  this  period 


394  NOTES. 

of  life :  "  Notwithstanding  my  age,"  said  lie,  "  I 
have  just  finished  signing  ten  thousand  bills  for  our 
bank."  Quite  a  task  for  a  gentleman  of  threescore 
3'ears  and  ten.  On  account  of  lameness  during  his 
latter  3'ears,  Mr.  Sprague  was  long  confined  to  his 
house  ;  but  he  enjo\-ed  the  evening  of  his  days  with 
his  choice  selection  of  books,  and  among  his  numer- 
ous friends.  We  called  upon  him  not  long  before  he 
died,  and  found  him  cheerful,  and  apparent!}-  per- 
fectly liapp}',  reading  a  recent  work,  and  ready  as 
ever  for  a  social  interview.  Mr.  Sprague  had  writ- 
ten but  little  of  late  3-ears.  "  Do  you  know  why  I 
gave  up  writing?"  he  asked.  "No,"  we  replied. 
"  Because  I  could  not  believe  as  most  people  do, 
and  I  would  not  be  a  hypocrite."  We  remarked  it 
would  not  be  necessary  to  give  his  peculiar  views, 
whatever  the}-  might  be,  in  the  articles  he  wrote. 
"  True,"  said  he,  "  but  I  care  nothing  for  fame. 
Nearly  fifty  years  ago,  wlien  I  was  comparatively- 
unknown,  I  wrote  four  prize  poems.  About  the 
same  time  I  wrote  largely  for  the  Evening  Gazette, 
and  none  of  the  articles  have  been  published  since, 
and  I  often  wish  I  had  printed  them  in  a  book." 

Speaking  on  religious  topics,  said  Mr.  Sprague, 
"I  have  a  god  here,  wliicli  is  worshi[)ped  b}-  three- 
quarters  of  mankind,  an  1  I  will  show  it  to  yon." 
Taking  down  a  glass  receiver,  he  took  from  the  bot- 
tom a  silver  dollar,  which  he  held  up  before  me.  I 
acknowledged  there  was  a  great  deal  of  truth  in  his 
remark. 

IMr.  Sprague  spoke  of  several  prominent  literary 
men  —  among  others,  John  Neal  Avas  mentioned  — 
"  1  have  never  had  the  pleasure  of  seeing  Mr.  Neal," 
said  he  ;  "  but  I  think  verv  highl}'  of  him."  Taking 
up  a  recent  work,  which  spoke  of  Mr.  Neal  as  one 
who  had  for  more  than  half  a  century  added  lustre 
to  the  literature  of  our  country  ;  whose  generous 
S3'mpathies  had  been  manifested  in  the  encourage- 
ment of  enterprise   and  talent,  and  whose   manly 


NOTES.  395 

character  was  irradiated  1)}'  tlie  light  of  virtue  and 
religion,  Mr.  Sprague  remarked,  "  It  is  just.  Mr. 
Ncal  is  a  remarkable  man.  When  you  write  to  him, 
tell  him  I  hope  yet  to  meet  him  in  this  world  ;  if  I 
do  not,  it  will  be  all  right.  Give  m}'  warmest  love 
to  him." 

From  a  small  volume  before  him  he  read  the  fol- 
low! no-  lines :  — 


o 


"  O  may  we  all  lift  up  to  heaven  — 

Time  lengthened  or  cut  short  —  the  prayer, 
Tlu'ougli  Christ  be  all  our  sins  forgiven, 
And  thus  for  life  and  death  prepare." 

"  Very  pretty  lines,"  said  he,  "  but  I  do  not  believe 
them"  —  referring  to  the  idea  of  the  forgiveness  of 
sins  through  Chiist  —  and  then  he  expatiated  very 
warmly  on  his  own  views.  He  said  he  had  implicit 
confidence  in  his  heavenly  Father  ;  that  he  believed 
him  to  be  merciful  and  just  —  a  tender,  loving  [)arent 
—  and  that  all  mankind  would  at  last  be  reconciled 
to  him  and  enjoy  him  forever.  "  I  do  not  believe  in 
the  creeds  of  the  day,"  he  continued;  "this  is  my 
creed  —  j'ou  will  find  it  in  Micah,  sixtli  chapter,  and 
eighth  AX'rse."  Taking  up  a  Bible  which  lay  before 
him  he  read  as  follows:  "And  what  doth  the  Lord 
require  of  thee,  but  to  do  justly,  and  to  love  mercy 
and  to  walk  humbly  before  thy  God  ? "  His  trust  in 
the  Almighty  was  firm,  and  he  looked  forward  Avith- 
out  fear  to  a  hai)p3'  translation  into  a  better  world. 

IMr.  Sprague  died  January  21,  ISli"),  aged  8.'^,  and 
was  buried  in  the  family  tomb  on  Boston  Connnon. 

"^  John  M.  Adams  was  born  in  Rumford,  Maine, 
September  22,  1810.  He  early  removed  to  Port- 
land, and  studied  law  in  the  ollice  of  Messrs.  Fes- 
senden  and  Deljlois.  For  many  years  he  has  been 
the  able  editor  of  the  Eastern  Argus — a  faithful 
and  honest  exponent  of  his  ollice.  He  has  a  sharp 
eye  for  tlic  interests  of  his  party,  and  sulll-rs  no  man 
to  go  unrebuked,  when  he  sees  the  drift  of  the  mcr- 


396  NOTES. 

cenaiy  politician.     Pie  makes  one  of  the  best  politi- 
cal papers  published  in  the  State  of  Maine. 

^^^  Seba  Smith  was  born  in  Buckfiekl,  Maine,  Sep- 
tember 14,  1792,  and  graduated  at  Bowdoin  College 
in  1818.  Soon  after  he  took  up  his  residence  in 
Portland,  and  for  several  j-ears  was  one  of  the 
editors  of  the  Eastern  Argus.  October  13,  1829, 
appeared  the  first  number  of  the  Portland  Courier 
—  the  first  daily  paper  issued  in  Maine  —  which  was 
edited  by  Mr.  Smith,  who  started  the  enterprise,  and 
published  by  Arthur  Shirley.  It  was  continued  for 
several  years.  Mr.  Smith  was  the  original  Jack 
Downing,  and  his  popular  letters  first  appeared  in 
the  columns  of  the  Courier.  Lord  Brougham  once 
remarked  to  Orestes  A.  Brownson,  that  there  had 
been  nothing  equal  to  the  letters  of  Major  Downing, 
for  subtle  insight,  keen  satire,  and  genial  humoV, 
since  the  Hudibras  of  Butler.  Macaulay  signified 
bis  admiration,  calling  the  author  by  name.  The 
letters  have  had  a  great  many  imitators  during  the 
last  twentj'-five  years,  but  none  of  them  have  the 
real  snap  of  the  original. 

That  beautiful  little  poem  which  John  Pierpont  * 
introduced  into  one  of  his  excellent  school  books, 
commencing 

*'  'Twas  autumn,  and  tlie  leaves  were  dry, 
And  ruatled  on  the  ground," 

was  written  by  Mr.  Smith.     Mr.  S.  was  the  author 
of  "  New  Elements  of  Geometry,"  published  in  Lon- 

*  John  Pierpont  was  born  in  Litchfield,  Conn.,  April  (5, 
1785,  and  graduated  at  Yale  College  in  1804.  He  studied 
law  and  s(atle(l  in  Newburyport  in  1812,  but  soon  after 
went  Houth,  and  engaged  in  mercantile  pursuits.  For  a 
time  he  was  associated  in  business  with  .John  Neal,  in  Bal- 
timore, but  was  unsuccessfid.  He  afterwards  studied  the- 
ology at  Cambridge,  and  was  settled  over  the  Hollis  IStreet 
Church  in  Boston  ;  a  faithful  and  acceptable  minister  for 
a  quarter  of  a  century.  Tlie  latter  part  of  his  life  he  was 
a  governmental  clerk  in  Washington.     Mr.  P.   was  the 


NOTES.  397 

don,  1850;  "Powhatan,  a  Metrical  Romance,"  and 
several  other  works.  Mr,  Smith  was  tlie  husband 
of  Elizabeth  Oakes  Smith.  He  died  in  Patchogue, 
L.  I.,  July  28,  1868,  aged  76  years. 

153  SxEPHEN  R.  NiLES  was  boHi  in  Portland,  Me., 
April  9,  1827  —  learned  the  trade  of  a  printer,  and 
in  early  life  removed  to  Boston.  He  is  the  principal 
of  "  Niles's  Advertising  Agency,"  known  all  over  the 
country.  Mr.  Niles  has  been  a  member  of  the  Com- 
mon Council.  He  is  an  active  business  man,  and 
greatly  esteemed  by  a  large  circle  of  acquaintances. 

^•'^  John  Lancey  was  a  ver}'  worthy  colored  man, 
who  lived  in  Portland.  He  was  simple-hearted,  and 
kind  and  civil  to  all.  He  was  sometimes  designated 
by  the  boys  as  "Jack  Slack,"  which  in  no  little 
degree  displeased  tlie  old  man.  But  he  was  never 
known   to   do   them   the   least   injury,  or   even    to 

autlior  of  "Airs  of  Palestine;"  an  excellent  series  of 
school  books,  and  a  larije  number  of  sermons  and  ad- 
dresses. In  1840  a  collection  of  his  poems  was  pubhshed. 
In  the  summer  of  1806  he  left  "Washington  on  a  visit  to 
liis  eastern  friends.  Towards  the  close  of  Saturday,  the 
25th  of  August,  he  called  upon  us,  and  avc  spent  a  very 
pleasant  hour  in  conversation.  "We  never  saw  him  look 
better  or  appear  happier.  lie  seemed  to  have  the  elasticity 
of  youth,  and  he  was  perfectly  erect.  "We  gave  him  — 
what  lie  wanted  very  much  —  a  copy  of  his  trial  before  an 
ecclesiastical  council  in  Boston,  several  years  before.  He 
took  from  his  pocket  a  piiotograph  of  himself,  and  with 
his  gold  pen  wrote  underneath,  in  a  beautiful  hand,  "John 
Pieri)Oiit,  aged  81,"  and  gave  it  to  us.  It  was  probably  the 
last  time  he  wrote  his  name.  lie  said  he  was  engaged  on 
some  important  work  at  Washington,  which  he  hoped  to 
live  long  enough  to  complete. 

With  a  friendly  shake  of  the  hand  he  bade  us  good-by, 
and  went  directly  to  the  car  to  take  him  to  Medford,  where 
he  was  stopping.  We  never  saw  the  good  man  again. 
The  next  night,  Sunday,  August  20,  lie  died  in  his  bod, 
having  apparently  passed  away  without  a  strugt^le.  In 
the  Atlantic  iMonthly  for  December  following,  his  early 
friend,  John  Neal,  wrote  a  very  interesting  obituary  of 
'Sir.  Pierpont  — in  which  he  alludes  to  our  last  interview 
with  him. 


398  NOTES. 

threaten  them  In  flliger,  when  he  was  most  severely 
provoked.  JNIr.  Lanccy  died  at  an  advanced  age  in 
December,  1842.  Although  no  stone  marks  the 
resting-place  of  his  body,  we  doubt  not  tliat  he  is 
made  a  living  stone  in  tlie  temple  above. 

'^  Stephen  Burroughs  was  born  in  Ilanovei", 
N.  H.,  in  1765.  He  was  the  son  of  Rev.  Eden  Bur- 
roughs, a  Congregational  clergyman,  who  for  forty 
years  was  one  of  the  trustees  of  Dartmouth  College. 
Stephen  entered  college,  but  left  clandestinely,  joined 
the  army  and  deserted,  and  became  notorious  for  his 
villainies.  He  was  arrested  for  counterfeiting,  and 
confined  on  Castle  Island,  in  Boston  Harbor.  "When 
released,  he  continued  his  old  practices,  and  finally 
fled  to  Canada,  where  it  was  said  that  he  became  a 
Catholic.  He  died  at  Three  Rivers,  January  28, 
1840,  aged  75.  A  Memoir  of  Mr.  Burroughs,  writ- 
ten by  himself,  was  published  during  his  life. 

^^'^  Henry  Tufts  was  born  in  Newmarket,  N.  H., 
June  24,  1748.  He  was  a  wild  and  reckless  youth, 
and  for  his  crimes  in  after  life  was  repeatedly  im- 
prisoned. He  was  once  tried  for  his  life.  His  later 
years  were  passed  in  Limington,  Maine,  where  he 
had  a  family.  In  1807  he  published  a  volume  of 
366  pages,  giving  an  account  of  his  "  Life,  Adven- 
tures and  Sufferings"  — a  copy  of  which  is  in  our 
library.  It  is  said  that  he  became  a  changed  man 
before  his  death,  and  a  minister  of  the  gospel.  It 
would  seem  that  he  thoroughly  repented  of  his 
crimes,  from  the  remarks  and  advice  in  tlie  latter 
pages  of  his  b(;ok.  "  By  sad  experience  I  can  say 
that  the  ways  of  wickechiess  are  not  pleasant,  nor 
her  paths  those  of  peace,"  he  writes.  ^'If  the  for- 
bidden morsel  be  pleasing  to  the  palate,  it  will 
assuredly  be  bitter  in  the  digestion.  AVhoever 
would  see  blessings  and  happiness,  whether  in  life 
or  death,  let  him  keep  himself  in  all  iimocence,  and 
follow  unerringly  the  golden  rule,  to  do  unto  others 
as  he  would  wish  to  be  done  unto."     His  work  ends 


MOTES.  399 

with  this  sentence :  *'  Heaven  grant  I  maj-  do  no 
more  ■vvickedl}'."  Mr.  Tufts  died  in  Maine  at  an 
advanced  age. 

^•''  Charles  Holdex  was  born  in  Portland,  June 
21,  1804  ;  learned  the  trade  of  a  printer  of  Thomas 
Todd,  publisher  of  the  Eastern  Argus,  and  was  con- 
nected with  that  paper  in  various  capacities,  from 
an  ap[)reutice  to  an  editor,  for  a  period  of  more  than 
thirty  3-ears.  Mr.  Holden  delivered  a  Fourth  of  July 
Oration  before  the  citizens  of  Portland  in  1831  ;  an 
Address  before  the  members  of  the  Mechanics'  Chari- 
table Association,  and  an  Address  at  the  State  Con- 
vention of  Mechanics,  held  in  Bangor,  August  12, 
"1842.  The  interesting  article  on  the  "  Portland 
Press,"  which  Joseph  Griffin*  has  given  in  his 
"  History  of  the  Press  of  Maine,"  was  furnished  Ij}' 
Mr.  Holden.  He  wrote  frequentl}'  for  the  columns 
of  the  Portland  Tribune. 

Mr.  Holden  has  been  a  member  of  the  Common 
Council,  an  Alderman,  and  Avas  for  thirt3--two  years 
on  the  School  Committee.  He  was  a  member  of  the 
State  Legislature,  a  State  Senator,  and  was  twice 
run  for  Ma^-or  of  Portland.  In  all  the  various  olfices 
he  sustained.  Ire  was  a  faithful  public  servant,  and 
discharged  his  duties  conscientiouslv  and  with  ac- 
coptancc  to  his  constituents.  Mr.  Holden  died  Jul}' 
10,  187'j,  aged  71  ^-ears. 

^^  Geokgk  G.  Faiiibaxks  was  born  in  Winthrop, 
Maine,  April  14,  1824  —  graduated  at  Waterville 
College  in  1847  —  and  was  a  teacher  in  Hebron 
Academ}'  two  years.  He  studied  tlieology  an  1  was 
settled  over  the  Baptist  Cluu'cli  in  Medlield,  JMass., 
in  1851,  where  he  remained  four  years.  He  was 
pastor    in   Somerville   from    1855  to  18GG,   and   in 

*  Joseph  Griffin  was  born  in  Andovcr,  ]\Iass.,  Novem- 
bers, 17'.)H,  and  removoflto  Brunswick,  Mc ,  in  Novomher, 
1819,  when;  lie  continued  to  carry  on  tlic  i)rintnii^  busi- 
ness in  conncctitin  witli  a  bookstore,  till  his  death,  which 
occurred  November  18,  1874,  at  the  aye  of  70  years. 


400  NOTES. 

Dedham  from  18GG  to  18G9.  He  is  now  in  Middlc- 
borough,  where  he  was  installed  in  18G9.  Mr.  Fair- 
Ijanks's  publications  are  :  Fast-Day  Sermon  at  Med- 
lield,  1852  ;  Fast-Day  Sermon  at  Medfield,  1854  ; 
Funeral  Sermon  on  the  death  of  Deacon  Robert 
Foster,  at  Somerville,  1860  ;  Doctrinal  Sermon  be- 
fore the  Old  Colony  Association,  at  "West  Bridge- 
water,  1871;  School  Report  of  Medfield,  1854; 
School  Reports  of  Dedham,  18G8  and  18G9.  Mr. 
Fairbanks  has  one  of  the  choicest  priA'ate  theologi- 
cal libraries  to  be  found  in  the  State. 

^^^  William  Willis  was  born  in  Haverhill,  Mass., 
August  31,  1794,  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in 
1813,  and  removed  to  Portland  in  1819,  where  he 
remained  till  his  death,  which  occurred  February 
17,  1870,  at  the  age  of  75  years.  He  was  Mayor  of 
Portland  in  1857.  Mr.  AVillis  was  the  author  of  the 
"  Histor}'  of  Portland  ;  "  "  The  Courts  and  Lawyers 
of  Maine  ;  "  edited  the  Journals  of  Smith  and  Deane, 
adding  many  notes,  and  wrote  several  pamphlets, 
besides  contributing  largely  to  the  periodicals  of  the 
day,  especiall}'  in  Biography  and  local  History. 
Mild,  genial,  industrious  and  benevolent,  he  was 
beloved  by  all  classes,  and  died  greatly  lamented. 
Mr.  Willis  received  the  honorary  degree  of  LL.  D. 
from  Bowdoin  College  in  1867. 

^"^  Sylv?:steii  B.  Beckett  was  born  in  Portland, 
May  16,  1812.  He  is  the  author  of  "Hester,  the 
Bride  of  the  Islands,"  a  poem  of  much  merit,  and 
also  of  various  stories  and  sketches  which  have  ap- 
peared in  different  publications.  He  was  a  regular 
contributor  to  the  "  Portland  Tribune."  For  several 
years  he  has  issued  the  Porthind  Directory,  an  under- 
taking requiring  no  little  skill  and  labor.  Mv.  B. 
has  long  l)een  engaged  on  a  work  relative  to  the 
birds  of  Maine. 

For  several  years  IMr.  Beckett  was  Chairman  of 
the  Board  of  Assessors  in  Portland.  He  has  also 
served  on  the  School  Connnittee.    For  some  time  he 


NOTES  401 

was  Ornithologist  of  tlie  Portland  Society  of  Natnral 
History.  In  bis  poem  on  Portland  writers,  George 
A.  Bailey  thus  alludes  to  Mr.  Beckett :  — • 

"  Thy  songs  suggest  to  me  a  clime 
Where  summer  ever  smiles 
On  sparkling  seas  and  verdant  shores, 
Begemmed  with  coves  and  isles." 


'^O^ 


161 


Benjamin  Lewis  was  an  aged  colored  man, 
very  much  respected,  who  lived  in  Portland.  He 
was  sometimes  annoyed  b}'  unkind  remarks  from 
thoughtless  boys,  but  always  manifested  a  Christian 
spirit.  AVe  have  had  many  a  pleasant  interview 
with  this  good  old  man,  whom  we  always  respected, 
and  whose  conversation  we  enjoyed.  lie.  died  about 
the  year  1840,  quite  advanced  in  years. 

102  Na-Tiianiel  B.  Siiuutleff  was  born  in  Boston, 
June  29,  1810,  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in 
1831,  and  studied  medicine,  which  he  practised 
through  life.  He  was  Maj'or  of  Boston  from  18G8 
to  1870.  Mr.  S.  was  an  eminent  antiquarian,  and 
probabl}'  knew  more  relative  to  the  history  of  Bos- 
ton than  any  other  man ;  he  having  made  it  his 
study  from  early  life.  He  was  the  author  of  several 
works  —  among  others,  a  valuable  History  of  Bos- 
ton, publislicd  in  1871.  Mr.  S.  was  a  communica- 
tive, genial  man  —  ready  to  give  any  information 
one  desired,  when  it  was  in  his  power  to  do  so.  He 
took  great  satisluclion  in  being  able  to  answer  the 
thousand  questions,  which  the  persistent  antiquarian 
and  tlie  historical  gleaner  propounded  to  liim.  He 
was  never  too  busy  to  render  assistance  to  a  friend. 
From  experience  we  can  speak  of  his  excellent  traits 
of  character.  He  will  be  long  remembered  in  Bos- 
ton, wliere  he  sjjent  his  whole  life  —  seldom,  if  ever, 
passing  a  night  out  of  the  city.  Mv.  .Sliurtlcif  died 
October  17,  1874,  aged  G4  years. 

'"^  CiiAiJLKS  KwEU  was  ])(}rn  in  Boston,  Se[)t(Mnber 
4,  1790,  and  died  in  Portsmouth,  N.  H.,  November 
30 


402  NOTES. 

14,  1853,  aged  G3  j-ears.  Mr.  E.  was  decpl}-  inter- 
ested in  antiquarian  matters,  and  was  the  first  Presi- 
dent of  tlie  New  England  Genealogical  Society.  He 
was  the  publisher  of  several  valuable  books,  among 
otliers,  Neal's  Historj'  of  the  Puritans.  Mr.  Ewer 
was  never  married. 

^'^^  PuRPOODUCK  was  the  aboriginal  name  of  Cape 
Elizabeth,  a  beautiful  town,  situated  on  Casco  Bay, 
al)out  a  mile  from  Portland.  In  former  years  the 
inhabitants  were  chiefly  farmers  and  persons  who 
followed  the  sea.  Many  a  happy  day  have  we  spent 
on  the  Cape. 

""  William  McLellan  was  born  in  Gorham,  Me., 
April,  1770.  For  many  years  he  was  a  dry  goods 
merchant  in  Portland,  and  owned  and  occupied  a 
fine  brick  house  on  the  corner  of  Congress  and 
Chapel  street.  He  had  a  large  garden,  well  stocked 
Avith  fruit  trees.  His  front  j'ard  was  covered  with 
flowering  plants  and  honeysuckles,  while  two  or 
three  large  elms  made  a  fine  shade  in  summer.  Mr. 
McLellan  was  a  gentleman  of  the  old  school.  He 
died  October  5,  1863,  aged  93  years. 

^•^"  The  Eastern  Argus  was  commenced  in  Port- 
land, September,  1S03,  b}'  Nathaniel  Willis  and  Cal- 
vin Day,  and  has  been  continued  to  the  present  time. 
Mr.  Willis  removed  to  Boston,  and  estal)lished  the 
Boston  Recorder,  the  first  strictly  religious  paper 
published  in  America.  During  his  latter  j-ears  he 
often  called  upon  us,  and  seemed  pleased  to  speak 
of  the  past  and  live  over  again  iiis  early  days.  lie 
liad  great  respect  for  the  memory  of  Dr.  Payson, 
having  in  his  youth  been  connected  with  his  church, 
and  listened  long  to  his  faithful  ministrations.  He 
died  in  Boston,  May  27,  1870,  aged  90  j-ears,  and 
was  buried  from  Park  Street  Church,  where  for 
nearly  two  generations  he  had  been  a  faithful  officer. 

Mr.  W.  was  the  fatlier  of  N.  P.  Willis,  tlie  poet, 
who  was  born  in  Portland,  January  20,  1807,  and 
died  in  New  York,  January  21,  18G7,  aged  GO  years. 


NOTES.  403 

^°'  The  Portland  Gazette  was  established  during 
the  hatter  part  of  the  last  century,  and  has  been  pub- 
lished under  various  names  from  that  time  to  the 
present  period. 

^^  The  Yankee,  edited  b}'  John  Neal,  was  com- 
menced January  1,  182.S,  and  continued,  first  in  a 
quarto  and  afterwards  in  an  octavo  form,  fur  about 
three  years,  when  it  was  merged  into  some  other 
periodical. 

^^'^  The  Portland  Tribune  was  commenced  bj' 
onrself,  April  24,  1841,  and  continued  to  be  pub- 
lished weelily,  in  a  quarto  form  of  eight  pages,  for 
upwards  of  four  years,  when  it  was  united  with  the 
Umpire,  published  by  Mr.  John  Edwards  —  to  whose 
columns  Mr.  S.  B.  Beckett  and  ourself  were  weekly 
contributors. 

Among  the  writers  for  the  Tribune  we  call  the 
following  to  mind  :  John  Neal,  Nathaniel  Deering, 
William  Cutter,  Elizabeth  Oakes  Smith,  George  A. 
Bailey,  Sylvester  B.  Beckett,  Jesse  W.  Mighels, 
George  W.  Light,  Charles  Iloklen,  David  D.  ]\Iari- 
ner,  Matthew  F.  Whittier,  and  Isaac  G.  Blanchard. 

^'^  The  Christian  Mirror  was  commenced  by 
Arthur  Shirley,  August  24,  1822,  and  has  ])eeu 
continued  weekly  to  the  present  time.  The  first 
editor  was  Rev.  Asa  Rand,  whose  labors  ceased  in 
less  tlian  three  years.  Mr.  R.  was  succeeded  by 
Rev.  Jolui  L.  Parkhui'.st,  who  conchicted  it  but  one 
vear.  Rev.  Asa  Cummings  followed  in  182G,  and 
ably  edited  tlie  INIirror  for  nearly  thirty  years.  Fol- 
lowing him  was  Charles  A.  L(jrd  — who  made  it  one 
of  the  ablest  religious  papers  in  the  countiy.  He  has 
recently  retired  from  his  post,  after  a  faithful  ser- 
vice of  nearly  twenty  years. 

In  the  earl}'  existence  of  the  paper,  the  IMirror 
had  a  large  number  of  contributors  and  correspond- 
ents. Among  the  most  prolific  writers  was  Jona- 
than Fisher.  He  was  born  in  New  Braintree,  IMass., 
October  17,  17G8,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  Col- 


404  NOTES. 

lege  in  1792,  He  studied  tlieolog}',  and  was  settled 
in  Blueliill,  Maine,  July  13, 179G,  where  he  remained 
a  faithful  pastor  of  the  Congregational  Cluu'ch  sixty- 
one  years.  He  lived  to  see  all  the  members,  con- 
stituting his  church  at  his  ordination,  removed  by 
death.  Mr.  Fisher  was  a  ver}-  industrious  and  in- 
genious man.  He  was  an  excellent  Hebrew  scholar, 
and  prepared  a  Hebrew  Lexicon,  ready  for  publica- 
tion. He  made  a  clock  that  remained  in  hia  house, 
keeping  excellent  time,  as  long  as  he  lived  ;  painted 
portraits,  and  left  a  verj-  good  one  of  himself,  and 
was  also  the  author  of  several  books.  In  1827  he 
gave  to  the  public  a  volume  with  the  following  title  : 
"  Short  Poems  :  including  a  Sketch  of  the  Scriptures 
to  the  Book  of  Ruth  :  Satan's  great  Device,  or  Lines 
on  Intemperance :  I  and  Conscience,  or  a  Dialogue 
on  Universaiism :  and  a  few  others  on  various  sub- 
jects." This  is  a  remarkabl}'  unique  volume  of  14-1 
pages  —  a  copy  of  which  lies  before  us,  that  Mr. 
Fisher  kindly  gave  to  us  with  his  own  hands  in 
1827,  after  he  had  corrected  with  his  pen  several 
typographical  errors  which  escaped  the  printer's 
eye.  The  work  we  shall  careful!}'  preserve,  as  a 
remembrance  of  the  pleasant  gentleman  and  sound 
divine,  whom  we  early  learned  to  respect  and  love. 
This  book  contains  two  or  three  quaint  cuts,  made 
by  the  author  himself,  to  illustrate  some  of  his 
poems.  Beneath  the  picture  of  a  drunkard  is  the 
following  stanza,  which  is  a  fair  specimen  of  his 
poetic  talents  :  — 

"  Sec  the  vile  drunkard  ;  liow  he  reels, 
How  like  a  fool  lie  looks  and  feels  ; 
Reader,  be  warned,  and  sliun  the  way 
Which  leads  to  ruin,  while  you  may." 

In  1834  Mr,  Fisher  published  a  work  on  the 
"  Natural  Historj'  of  Living  Creatures  named  in 
the  Bil)le,"  which  contains  a  large  number  of  cuts, 
which  he  engraved  Avith  his  own  hands,  using  only  a 


NOTES.  405 

common  penknife.  He  also  published  a  small  work 
on  the  subject  of  infant  baptism ;  "  The  Youth's 
Primer,"  designed  for  children  ;  a  Sermon  at  the 
ordination  of  a  clerg3'man  in  Machias,  and  also  one 
on  the  death  of  Washington. 

Mr.  Fisher,  instead  of  taking  a  fashionable  trip  to 
Europe  for  the  benefit  of  his  health,  and  saddling 
the  expense  on  his  church  and  society,  took  a  wiser 
course,  and  when  worn  down  by  excessive  labor, 
walked  to  Bangor  and  back,  a  distance  of  sixty  or 
seventy  miles.  This  was  a  journc}'  that  recruited 
his  wasting  energies  and  invigorated  his  languid 
Si)irits.  He  was  never  troubled  with  d3-spepsia,  or 
the  blues,  and  alwaj's  kept  his  s^'stem  in  good  work- 
ing order,  by  healthy  exercise  and  constant  emplo}'- 
ment.  He  kept  no  fast  horses  ;  never  indulged  in 
boat  races  ;  took  no  stimulating  wines  ;  never  pol- 
luted his  lips  with  tobacco,  or  poisoned  the  pure  air 
with  the  sutfocating  smoke  of  a  villainous  cigar,  nor 
soiled  the  fresh,  beautiful  walk  with  the  juice  of  a 
poisonous  narcotic.  He  never  courted  popularit}- ; 
was  never  envious  of  the  success  of  a  clerical  brother, 
and  was  not  anxious  that  his  name  should  appear  in 
print  as  one  of  the  most  popular  preachers  of  the 
da}".  No  —  if  he  could  promote  the  interests  of 
Cln-istianity  and  make  his  fellow-men  better  and 
hapjner  it  was  all  he  desired.  His  ambition  was 
not  to  be  great,  but  to  do  good,  and  follow  in  the 
steps  of  his  divine  JNIaster. 

Mr.  Fislier  took  pleasure  in  laboring  on  his  farm  ; 
he  helped  to  build  his  own  house,  and  did  a  thousand 
things  which  his  ingenuity  and  industry  suggested  — 
never  having  an  hour  to  spare  for  idle  conversation 
or  listless  ease.  His  written  sermons  were  no  less 
than  three  thousand,  and  liis  conununications  to  the 
press  were  frequent  and  varied.  Mr.  Fisher  died 
Soiitomber  22,  1.S47,  aged  70  years.  Kev.  .Stei)hen 
ThiM'stuu,  of  Searsport,  preached  tlie  funi'ral  .Sermon 
on  the  death  of  JMr.  Fisher,  which  was  printed. 


403  NOTES. 

Isaac  Weston  was  a  frequent  contributor  to  tlie 
Mirror.  He  was  born  in  Phmoutli,  ]\Iass.,  in  1787  ; 
so  he  informed  us,  when  remarkably  briglit  ancl 
active,  at  the  age  of  77,  he  spent  a  night  with  us, 
when  his  company  and  conversation  we  really  en- 
jo^-ed.  He  studied  theology  with  Dr.  Payson,  of 
Portland  ;  was  settled  in  Boothbay  for  several  j-ears, 
and  afterwards  was  pastor  of  the  church  in  Cumber- 
land. Mr.  Weston  was  the  author  of  "  Our  Pastor  ; 
or  Reminiscences  of  Rev.  Edward  Paj'son,  D.  D., 
Pastor  of  the  Second  Church,  Portland,"  and  "A 
Histor}'  of  the  Congregational  Church  and  Society 
in  Cumberland,  Me."  He  died  in  Cumberland  Cen- 
tre, June  2G,  1870,  aged  83  j-ears. 

Charles  Freeman  was  another  regular  contribu- 
tor to  the  columns  of  the  Mirror.  He  was  born  in 
Portland,  June  3,  1794,  and  was  a  son  of  Judge 
Freeman  ;  graduated  at  Bowdoin  College  in  1812  ; 
studied  law  three  years,  and  opened  an  office  in 
Portland,  where  he  practised  one  j-ear.  Feeling  a 
deep  interest  on  the  subject  of  religion,  he  com- 
menced the  stud}'  of  the  Bible,  and  concluded 
henceforth  to  devote  himself  to  the  Christian  min- 
istry. He  united  with  the  Second  Parish  Church, 
and  studied  theolog}-  with  Dr.  Payson  for  seven  or 
eight  months,  when,  in  September,  1817,  he  was 
licensed  to  preach  by  the  Cumberland  Association. 
He  labored  for  a  season  in  the  eastern  section  of 
Maine,  and  then  performed  missionary  labors  in 
Limington  and  vicinity.  In  1818  he  was  called  to 
Limerick,  where,  after  suppl3-iug  the  pulpit  for  sev- 
eral months,  he  was  settled  over  the  Congregational 
Church  in  January,  1820.  Mr.  Freeman  published, 
in  1829,  "The  Import  and  Practical  Use  of  Bap- 
tism ; "  he  was  also  the  author  of  a  Sermon  de- 
livered before  the  Maine  Missionary'  Society.  He 
kept  a  diary  of  the  events  of  the  daj-,  as  he  in- 
formed us  in  a  letter  received  a  short  time  before 
his  decease,  and  was  particular  to  record  the  deaths 


NOTES.  407 

of  his  friends  and  distingiiislicd  persons.  lie  was  a 
ver}-  industrious  man,  and  never  had  a  moment  hang- 
ing lieavil}-  on  his  hands.  Mr.  Freeman  continued 
faitlifully  to  discharge  the  duties  of  the  pastoral 
oflice  iu  Limerick  for  a  tliird  of  a  century,  and  died 
September  19,  1853,  aged  59  j-e'ars.  Hon.  Samuel 
Freeman,  of  Chelsea,  Mass.,  is  a  son  of  tlie  above. 

Thomas  T.  Stone,  a  gentleman  of  nice  perceptions 
and  large  abilities,  was  also  a  writer  for  the  Miri'or. 
lie  was  born  in  AVaterford,  Maine,  Februar}'  9,  1801, 
and  graduated  at  Bowdoin  College  in  1820.  He 
was  ordained  in  Andover,  Me.,  1824,  and  taught  the 
Academ}'  in  Bridgeton  several  3'ears.  While  liv- 
ing here  we  recollect  calling  at  his  house  with  a 
friend,  on  a  very  cold  day  in  December,  1831,  where 
we  were  agreeably  and  profitabl^^  entertained.  Mr. 
Stone  preached  in  East  Machias  from  1832  until 
1846,  and  from  184G  until  1852  ho  was  pastor  of 
the  First  Church  in  Salem,  Mass. 

In  1852  Mr.  Stone  preached  in  Bolton,  where  he 
remained  until  18G0,  and  from  1803  until  1871  he 
preached  in  Brooklyn,  Conn.  Since  that  time,  from 
the  failure  of  health,  Mr.  S.  has  retired  from  all 
stated  services. 

Tiie  following  are  Mv.  Stone's  publications  :  "  Six 
Sermons  on  War,"  1829  ;  "  Sketches  in  Oxford 
County,"  1830  ;  a  Sermon  on  the  murder  of  Elijah 
P.  I^ovejoy ;  a  Sermon  at  the  ordination  of  ^Ir. 
Child,  of  Calais,  JNIc,  1830  ;  a  Sermon  preaciied  in 
Salem  on  the  meaning  of  Justification,  1840  ;  an 
Anti-Slaver}'  Address  delivered  in  Salem,  1851  ;  a 
volume  of  SeruKJiis  —  twenty-four  in  number  —  in 
1854;  "ThcKod  and  the  Stall","  in  1850;  besides 
articles  in  the  Liberty  Bt'll,  Christian  Register,  Anti- 
Slavory  Standard,  the  Dial,  Monthly  IJeligious  Mag- 
azine, and  other  periodicals.  Mr.  Stone  resides  iu 
Bolton,  Mass. 

Thomas  Adams  was  another  writer  for  the  INlirror. 
He  was  born  in  Nurlh  Brooklield,  Llass.,  February 


408  NOTES. 

7,  1792,  and  graduated  at  Dartmoutli  College  in 
1814.  He  taught  school  for  one  3'ear  at  Strouds- 
burg,  Penn.,  where  he  had  among  his  pupils,  the 
late  Hon.  George  M.  Stroud,  of  Philadelphia  — 
after  which  he  studied  theology  with  Rev.  Thomas 
Snell.  In  1818,  Mr.  Adams  was  settled  over  the 
Congregational  Church  in  Vassalborough,  Maine, 
havino;  Winslow  aud  Clinton  included  in  his  chariie. 
He  was  dismissed  in  1834  ;  was  a  temperance  agent 
one  year  ;  pastor  at  Waterville  three  years,  and  edi- 
tor of  a  temperance  paper  five  jears.  Mr.  A.  re- 
moved to  Ohio,  where,  for  nearly  twent}'  j-ears,  he 
was  engaged  in  pastoral  labors.  He  returned  to 
Maine,  spent  a  few  Acai-s  in  Vassalborough,  and  at 
the  age  of  seventy-eight  retired  from  the  regular 
labors  of  the  ministr}-. 

The  publications  of  Mr.  Adams  are,  a  Thanks- 
giving Sermon,  preached  at  Farmington,  1817  ;  Ser- 
mon on  the  death  of  his  wife,  1821  ;  Sermon  before 
the  Maine  Missionar}'^  Society ;  Sermon  before  the 
Kennebec  Conference  ;  Sermon  on  Temperance,  1827  ; 
Temperance  Address,  1829  ;  Sketch  of  the  life  of  Rev. 
Asa  Burton,  D.  D.,  in  the  Quarterh'  Register,  1838, 
and  a  Sketch  of  the  life  of  Father  Thurston,  in  the 
Congregational  Quarterly.  ]Mr.  Adams  has  also 
written  many  articles  for  the  religious  publications 
of  the  day.  He  now  resides  in  Winslow,  Maine, 
and  although  in  his  eighty-fourth  year,  occasionally 
holds  a  Sabbath  service. 

Enoch  Pond  was  also  a  contributor  to  the  Mirror. 
He  Avas  born  in  Wrentham,  Mass.,  July  29,  1791, 
graduated  at  Brown  University,  studied  theology 
with  Dr.  Ennnons,  and  was  licensed  to  preach  in 
June,  1814.  He  was  ordained  pastor  of  the  Congrega- 
tional Cluucli  in  Auburu,  Mass.,  March  1,  1815,  and 
dismissed  in  1828,  when  he  became  editor  of  the 
"  Spirit  of  the  Pilgrims,"  published  in  Boston.  In 
June,  1832,  he  was  elected  Professor  of  Theology  in 
the  Seminar}'  at  Bangor,  where  he  has  remained  for 


NOTES.  409 

a  period  of  fortj'-tlirce  3-ears,  and  is  still  active  at 
his  post,  at  the  advanced  age  of  eight3--foiir  years. 

Mr.  Pond's  principal  publications  are  "  A  Treat- 
ise on  Christian  Baptism,"  181 G  ;  "  Monthly  Concert 
Lectures,"  1824  ;  "  Lectures  on  Pastoral  Theology," 
1844  ;  two  editions  of  each  of  the  above  have  been 
printed  ;  ''  Review  of  Swedenborgianism,"  1846  ; 
three  editions  published  ;  "  Lectures  on  Christian 
Theology,"  1867  ;  four  editions  printed  ;  "  History 
of  God's  Church,"  1870  ;  two  editions  ;  "The  Seals 
Opened  ;  the  Apocalypse  Explained,"  1871  ;  about 
twenty  volumes  besides,  and  a  number  of  pamphlets. 
Mr.  Pond  has  also  contributed  largely  to  religious 
periodicals,  and  performed  a  great  amount  of  pas- 
toral labor.  In  the  words  of  Professor  Park,  of 
Andover,  "Few  men  in  our  day  have  written  so 
much  and  so  well."  IMay  his  life  be  long  continued, 
a  blessing  to  the  churches  of  Maine,  and  a  benefactor 
to  the  world  at  large. 

George  E.  Adams,  another  contributor  to  the 
Mirror,  was  born  in  Worthington,  JMass.,  October 
27,  1801,  graduated  at  Yale  College  in  1821,  and  at 
Andover  Seminar^'-  in  1829.  While  pursuing  his 
theological  studies,  he  was  engaged  as  a  teacher  for 
two  years  in  Portsmouth,  N.  II.  He  was  tliree  years 
Professor  of  Biblical  Literature  in  Bangor,  and  at  the 
same  time  acting  pastor  at  Brewer,  Maine.  Decem- 
ber 28,  182'J,  Mr.  Adams  was  installed  pastor  of  the 
Congregational  Church  in  Brunswick,  where  he  re- 
mained forty-one  years.  From  1870  until  1875  he 
was  pastor  elect  of  Trinity  Congregational  Church  in 
Orange,  N.  J.  He  is  now  in  IJrunswiok,  preaching 
to  his  old  charge,  never  having  been  formally  dis- 
missed. 

Mr.  Adams  has  been  fift}'  years  in  tlie  ministry, 
and  what  is  remarkable,  he  never  i)reached  as  a  can- 
didate, has  never  asked  for  an  increase  of  salary, 
never  had  any  trouble  with  his  congregation,  was 
never  formally  dismissed,  and  never  had  a  stipulated 


410  NOTES. 

vacation.  That  lie  has  ahva}-.?  lived  on  the  salary  he 
received  we  are  not  so  sure  ;  but  he  has  been  a  I'aitli- 
ful  pastor,  and  every  year  has  had  additions  to  his 
church ;  some  years  the  number  of  con'N-erts  has 
been  no  fewer  than  forty-live  or  fifty,  which  has 
been  an  average  of  one  a  month  during  his  whole 
pastorate.  Mr.  Adams's  publications  have  been  con- 
fined to  a  few  pamphlets.      [Mr.  A.  died  Dec.  1875.] 

Among  other  contributors  to  the  Christian  Mirror, 
from  forty  to  fifty  years  ago,  were  William  Ladd, 
Daniel  Lovejoy,  Solomon  Adams,  Martin  Brett, 
Eliza  Thornton,  "William  Cutter,  Edward  F.  Cutter, 
Thaddeus  Pomero}',  Jonathan  Dow,  Charles  Jenkins, 
Iluldah  Jenkins,  William  T.  Dwight,  John  L.  Hinge, 
Asa  Mead,  William  Allen,  Moses  T.  Harris,  Sidney 
Turner,  Amos  Cook,  Samuel  Johnson,  John  W.  El- 
lingwood,  Samuel  H.  Teckhara,  Joseph  P.  Fessen- 
den,  Caleb  Bradley,  Samuel  Stone,  Perez  Chapin, 
John  A.  Douglass,  Joseph  AYalker,  Allen  Greel}', 
Joseph  Peet,  Jotham  Sewall,  Franklin  Yeaton,  Ben- 
jamin Tappan,  Eliphalct  Gillet,  David  Thurston, 
Cyril  Pearl,  David  M.  Mitchell,  Nathan  W.  Shel- 
don, Elijah  Jones,  Chai'les  Frost,  Thomas  C.  Uphara, 
Thomas  Jameson,  Charles  Hobart,  David  Shepky, 
Swan  L.  Pomroy,  Charles  L.  Cook,  John  Gunnison, 
Bennet  Tyler,  Christopher  Marsh,  Charles  P.  Ilsley, 
and  ourself.  While  we  were  an  apprentice  at  the 
office,  Mr.  Cummings  inserted  more  than  fifty  of  our 
communications  —  crude  as  the}'  must  necessarily 
have  been,  when  our  youth  and  inexperience  are 
taken  into  consideration.  Nearly  all  of  the  articles 
were  published  while  the  writer  was  unknown  to 
the  editor.  We  continue  to  write  occasionally  for 
the  Mirror,  while  nearly  all  of  the  above  have  passed 
away,  together  with  the  early  editors,  proprietors 
and  printers. 

"^  IIuckler's  Kq-vv  was  a  portion  of  Main  street, 
in  Portland.  The  word  buckler  was  doubtless  a  cor- 
ruption of  huckster. 


NOTES.  411 

^'-  LoxG  Creek  is  four  or  five  miles  from  Portland, 
about  which  in  olden  times  many  humble  families 
were  gathered. 

^'•^  Amy  Moody,  familiarly  known  as  Coot  Moody, 
was  a  poor,  unfortunate  woman  who  resided  near  the 
Creek,  in  Scarborougli,  Maine,  and  partly  supported 
herself  and  sister  by  gathering  herbs,  which  she  car- 
ried to  Portland  and  sold.  Being  generally  known, 
she  was  assisted  b}'  the  benevolent  and  kind-hearted, 
who  were  never  displeased  by  her  a[)pearance  at  the 
door.  She  died  Dec.  18,  ISGo,  aged  about  80  years. 
We  have  a  striking  portrait  of  the  old  lad}',  painted 
from  life,  I)}-  the  late  Charles  Cole.  It  has  recently 
been  retouched  b}'  Miss  Louisa  Skillings,  the  artist. 

^'*  Asa  CuMMiNGS  was  born  in  Andover,  Mass., 
September  29,  1790,  studied  theology  and  was  pas- 
tor of  the  First  Church  in  North  Yarmouth,  ^Ic,, 
several  years.  He  was  Editor  of  the  Christian  Mir- 
ror from  1826  to  1855  —  a  period  of  nearly  thirty' 
3'ears.  A  clear  thinker  and  an  able  writer,  he  made 
the  Mirror  a  reliable  and  valuable  paper.  Mr.  Cum- 
raings  Avrote  the  Life  of  Dr.  Payson  in  1830,  jaid 
afterwards  edited  several  volumes  of  his  sermons. 
He  also  Avas  the  author  of  several  occasional  dis- 
courses. He  died  June  30,  1856,  on  his  return  from 
the  Isthmus  of  Panama,  two  da3S  out  from  Aspin- 
wall,  where  he  had  been  to  visit  a  daughter.  His 
age  was  65  j-ears. 

"^  Peuez  CiLvrix  was  born  in  Benson,  Vermont, 
in  1776.  For  many  years  he  was  the  faithful  pas- 
tor of  the  Congregational  Church  in  Pownal,  Me. 
We  remember  him  as  a  sound  preacher,  an  estimable 
Mian  and  a  humble  Christian.  Mr.  C.  owned  a  small 
farm  on  which  he  personall}'  labored  many  hours 
during  the  week,  to  help  support  himself  anil  fainil}', 
as  his  small  salary  was  insuflicicnt.  Mr.  CiKii)in 
probably  never  received  from  his  church  and  society 
over  three  hundred  dolhus  a  year.  What  would 
many  of  our  modern  preachers  say  to  such  a  salary, 


412  XOTES. 

who  receive  several  thousand  dollars  annually,  and 
two  or  three  months'  vacation,  to  go  abroad,  with 
expenses  paid?  They  have  little  idea  of  the  self- 
denial  practised  by  some  of  the  faithful  Christian 
ministers  who  lived  half  a  century  ago.  Mr,  Chapin 
died  in  1833,  aged  57  years,  greatly  lamented  by  his 
church  and  societ}'. 

^""  PYiAxcis  Gardner  was  born  in  Walpole,  N.  II., 
March  15,  1812,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College 
in  1831.  Soon  after  leaving  College  he  took  charge 
of  the  Latin  School  in  Boston,  where  he  remains  to 
the  present  da}',  faithful  in  the  discharge  of  his 
arduous  duties.  Mr.  Gardner  is  the  author  of  a 
large  Latin  Dictionary,  and  several  other  valuable 
school  books.  He  has  probablj"  fitted  more  pupils 
for  College  than  any  other  teacher  in  New  England. 

^''''  Joseph  H.  Ingraham  was  born  in  Portland, 
Maine,  in  1809.  For  several  years  he  was  a  teacher 
in  Washington  College,  near  Natchez,  Miss.  His 
first  publication  was  "The  South- West,  by  a  Yan- 
kee." He  subsequently  wrote  "Lafitte,"  "Burton," 
"  Dancing  Feather,"  and  other  romances,  which  were 
extensivelj^  read.  Mr.  Ingraham  afterwards  became 
an  Episcopal  minister,  and  Avas  settled  at  Holly 
Springs,  Miss.  He  then  wrote  "  Prince  of  the  House 
of  David,"  "  Pillar  of  Fire,"  and  "  Throne  of  David," 
which  have  been  very  popular  works,  many  editions 
of  which  have  been  sold. 

While  conducting  the  Portland  Tribune,  we  under- 
took to  speak  a  good  word  for  Mr.  Ingraham,  who 
had  been  savagely  attacked  by  some  New  York  snarl- 
ing critic,  which  so  well  pleased  him,  that  he  insisted 
on  our  spending  an  evening  with  him  at  his  house, 
where  we  were  highly  entertained  with  a  history  of 
his  literary  career,  from  the  time  he  left  Portland 
till  his  return.  He  was  now  writing  for  his  support, 
and  turned  off  several  stories  a  week  for  Mr.  Frederick 
Gleason  and  other  publishers.  It  is  remarkable,  in 
writing  so  much,  that  he  wrote  so  well.     Man}-  of 


NOTES.  413 

his  tales  arc  as  popular  as  Tvlien  they  were  first 
issued. 

In  handling  a  pistol,  Mr.  Ingraham  accidentally 
let  it  drop.  It  exploded,  and  the  ball  entered  his 
body,  producing  a  wound  of  which  he  died  in  two  or 
three  days.  His  last  hours  were  cheered  by  the  doc- 
trines he  had  preached,  and  he  passed  triumphantly 
away.  His  death  occurred  about  18G5,  when  he  was 
56  years  of  age. 

^^^  Stephen  Cash  was  famous  in  olden  times  for  the 
excellent  clams  he  carried  to  the  Portland  market. 
They  were  obtained  in  abundance  near  his  residence, 
on  the  shores  of  Long  Creek,  a  few  miles  from  Port- 
land. Apparently  hai)p3'  with  his  well-loaded  wheel- 
barrow, how  often  have  we  heard  him  sing,  as  he 
passed  along  — 

"  You've  got  money,  and  I've  got  none, 
Come  buy  my  clams,  and  I'll  go  home  ! " 

Sometimes  he  would  vary  his  song  by  adding  the 
following :  — 

"  ;My  clams  arc  good  physic,  the  season  all  through  — 
A  busliol  come  bu}^  and  bid  doctors  adieu." 

Mr.  Cash  was  a  fine  specimen  of  an  out-of-town 
Yankee,  and  never  troubled  himself  with  the  cares 
of  to-morrow.  He  died  in  November,  1854,  aged 
about  05  years. 

"•'  ScARiJOUouGii  is  a  ver}'  pleasant  village,  a  few 
miles  from  Portland.  Some  parts  of  the  town  are 
Bandy,  and  not  casil}''  cultivated.  An  interesting 
and  valuable  early  History  of  this  place,  written  by 
'William  S.  Southgate,  was  publislied  in  1853,  by 
the  jNIaine  Historical  Society.  We  shall  long  remem- 
ber the  many  happy  hours,  in  early  life,  we  passed 
in  this  village  and  on  Prout's  Neck  with  our  old 
friend  Beckett ;  and  the  delightful  rides  beneath  the 
sliady  trees,  and  beside  the  sparkling  waters  of  the 
Spurwink  and  Nonesuch  rivers. 


414  NOTES. 

^^  John  A.  Poor  was  born  in  Andover,  Me.,  Janu- 
ary 8,  1808.  He  studied  law,  and  for  several  j-ears 
practised  in  Bangor.  He  removed  to  Portland  about 
the  3-ear  1848.  It  was  niainl}-  through  his  efforts 
that  the  grand  enterprise  of  the  Atlantic  and  St. 
Lawrence  Railroad  was  projected,  and  after  many 
discouragements,  carried  through  to  completion.  A 
more  enterprising,  far-seeing  man,  Maine  has  never 
produced.  Bowdoin  College  conferred  on  Mr.  P. 
the  honorary  degree  of  A.  M.  in  1848.  ]Mr.  Poor 
died  suddenly  in  Portland,  September  4,  1871,  aged 
G3  years.  A  short  time  before  his  death  we  had  the 
pleasure  of  seeing  and  conversing  with  him  iu  Bos- 
ton. Mr.  P.  was  a  tall,  noble-looking  man.  His 
loss  will  be  severely  felt  iu  New  England  for  many 
years  to  come. 

^^^  Isaac  Adams  was  born  in  Byfield,  Mass.,  in 
1774;  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College  iu  179G, 
and  in  the  year  following  removed  to  Portland.  He 
taught  the  town  school  for  several  years.  In  1802 
he  opened  a  bookstore  on  Fish  street.  In  1805  he 
connected  himself  with  the  Portland  Gazette,  and 
edited  it  with  ability  for  some  time.  He  was  a 
member  of  the  General  Court  of  Massachusetts  for 
ten  j-ears,  and  after  Maine  became  a  distinct  State, 
in  1820,  he  was  for  some  years  a  member  of  the 
Legislature.  He  died  July  5,  1834,  aged  GO  years. 
We  remember  distinctly  the  large,  tall  figure  of  Mr. 
Adams  —  although  he  stooped  a  little  in  his  later 
j-ears — who  so  efficientl3-  presided  at  our  early  town 
meetings.  He  was  a  man  of  noble  impulses.  Mr. 
Adams  was  never  married. 

■^-  Arthur  Shirley  was  born  in  Fryeburg,  Me., 
September  9,  1782,  and  went  to  Portland  at  the  age 
of  17,  to  learn  the  trade  of  a  printer,  in  the  ollice  of 
the  Portland  Gazette.  He  afterwards  became  pro- 
prietor of  the  paper,  and  published  it  till  1824,  when 
he  sold  out  —  having  started  the  Christian  Mirror, 
of  which  he  was  the  proprietor  many  years.     Mr. 


NOTES.  415 

Shirley  was  a  member  of  Dr.  Payson's  Church,  and 
with  several  others  was  set  off  in  1825  to  form  the 
Third  Parish  Church.  He  died  January  20,  1864, 
aged  81  years.  The  last  time  we  were  in  Portland 
(1853)  we  spent  a  very  pleasant  evening  with  Mr. 
Shirley  at  the  house  he  so  long  occupied  on  Federal 
street,  which  was  destroyed  by  the  great  fire  of  1866. 

^^"  John  Phillips  was  born  in  Rowley,  Mass., 
August  20,  1761.  In  early  manhood  he  removed 
to  Portland,  and  engaged  in  the  shoe-manufacturing 
business.  In  1807  he  was  chosen  Deacon  of  Dr.  Pay- 
son's  Church,  which  ofllce  he  retained  till  his  death, 
which  occurred  April  19,  1826,  at  the  age  of  64 
years.  We  remember  distinctly  the  upright  Chris- 
tian gentleman,  and  how  severely  his  death  was  felt 
not  only  by  the  church  he  had  faithfully  served  for 
many  years,  but  by  the  community  at  large.  His 
house  was  on  the  corner  of  Federal  and  Court  street. 

^**  Eben  Stefxe  was  born  September  1, 1801.  He 
was  a  whole-souled  Christian  gentleman,  whose  lib- 
eralit}'  was  felt  in  a  hundred  channels,  in  Portland 
and  vicinity,  where  he  spent  nearly  his  whole  life. 
There  was  no  charitable  enterprise  in  which  Mr. 
Steele  was  not  interested,  and  which  did  not  receive 
some  token  of  remembrance  from  his  liberal  hand. 
He  died  August  8,  1871,  aged  70  years. 

' ^^  Mayo's  Hill  led  from  Cumbeiland  street  to  the 
water  in  Back  Cove.  It  was  a  fine  place  for  sliding 
in  winter,  and  the  boys  improved  it  on  Wednesda}' 
and  Saturday  afternoons,  and  on  the  pleasant  moon- 
shiny  nights. 

^'^^  Kkcic  Poxd  was  a  beautiful  sheet  of  water  on 
the  summit  of  Munjoy's  Hill,  which  was  frozen  over 
in  winter,  where  the  boys  often  gathered  for  the  rare 
sport  of  skating.  The  pond  is  now  filled  up,  we 
understand,  and  covered  by  houses.  It  is  a  pity 
that  so  beautiful  a  pond  could  not  have  remained 
forever,  a  si)arkling  gem  to  beautify  the  eastern  sec- 
tion of  the  city. 


416  I^]"OTES. 

^^'  John  Groves  was  born  in  one  of  the  West 
India  Islands  about  the  year  17G5,  and  wlien  a 
young  man  took  up  his  residence  in  Portland. 
During  the  war  of  1812,  he  was  steward  of  a  brig, 
under  a  Captain  McLellan,  bound  to  Portland.  The 
brig  was  seized  by  a  French  vessel  and  placed  under 
guard.  Mr.  Groves  insisted  that  the  captain  should 
make  an  effort  to  retake  the  brig,  but  without  avail. 
"  I  can  take  her,"  said  Groves,  and  displaying  no 
little  courage,  he  animated  the  crew,  and  was  vic- 
torious. The  owner  offered  to,  reward  Groves  for 
his  valor,  but  he  received  nothing.  He  died  August 
1,  1872,  aged  about  a  hundred  and  seven  years. 
His  faculties  held  out  remarkably  for  one  of  his 
years. 

^^  Saccarappa  is  a  large,  pleasant  village,  about 
six  or  eight  miles  from  Portland.  It  has  excellent 
water  privileges,  and  3-ears  ago  the  boards  sawed  at 
this  place  were  a  source  of  employment  and  income 
to  a  majority  of  the  early  inhabitants.  They  were 
mostl}^  hauled  into  Portland,  and  shipped  from  Port- 
land Pier  to  some  foreign  port. 

^*'*  Caleb  Emery  was  born  in  Sanford,  Maine, 
March  18,  1813,  and  graduated  at  Dartmouth  Col- 
leoe  in  1842.  For  manv  vears  he  was  a  successful 
teacher  in  Boston.  He  is  now  principal  of  the 
Charlestown  High  School,  one  of  the  best  regulated 
institutions  in  the  vicinity  of  Boston. 

''•'"  CiiAULES  Deane,  an  eminent  anti(iuarian,  was 
born  in  Biddeford,  Maine,  November  10,  1813.  In 
early  manhood  he  removed  to  Boston,  entered, mer- 
cantile life,  devoting  his  leisure  hours  to  the  study 
of  American  history,  and  collecting  books  on  the 
subject.  He  has  now  a  large  and  valuable  collec- 
tion of  works  on  the  earlj'  history  of  this  country. 
Mr,  Deane  is  the  author  of  several  publications, 
among  which  are  "  First  Plymouth  Patent ;  "  "No- 
tices of  Samuel  Gorton;"  "Bibliograi)!]}'  of  Gov- 
ernor  Hutchinson's   Papers;"    "Letters  of  Phillis 


NOTES.  417 

Wheatlc}' ;  "  "  Wingfield's  Discourse  of  Virginia  ; " 
"  Smith's  True  Relation  ;  "  "  Memoir  of  George  Liv- 
ermore  ;  "  "  Remarks  on  Sebastian  Cabot's  Mappe 
Monde  ;  "  "  Tlie  Forms  of  Issuing  Letters  Patent  by 
the  Crown  of  England,"  besides  editing  Governor 
Bradford's  "  History  of  Plymouth  Plantation,"  and 
several  volumes  of  the  Proceedings  of  the  Massa- 
chusetts Historical  Society.  The  honorary'  degree 
of  A.  ]M.  was  conferred  upon  Mr,  Ueane  by  Harvard 
College  in  1856,  and  that  of  LL.  D.  b}-  Bowdoin  Col- 
lege in  1871.     Mr.  D.  now  resides  in  Cambridge. 

^^^  George  H.  Pukble  was  born  in  Portland,  Feb- 
ruary 25,  1816,  and  was  a  son  of  the  late  Captain 
Enoch  Preble,  and  a  nephew  of  the  Commodore,  who 
died  in  1807.  Mr.  Preble  has  risen  from  a  midship- 
man, in  the  United  States  Navj-,  through  all  the 
grades  of  office,  until  in  November,  1871,  he  was 
promoted  to  Commodore.  He  is  the  author  of 
"  Genealogy  of  the  Preble  Family,"  and  a  "  His- 
tory of  the  American  Flag,"  besides  contributing 
many  articles  to  the  Genealogical  Register.  Soon 
after  Mr.  Charles  P.  Ilsley  started  the  Transcript  in 
Portland,  Mr.  Preble  contributed  a  series  of  papers 
to  its  columns,  entitled  "  Leaves  from  a  Reefer's 
Log,"  Two  or  thi'ce  j-ears  ago  a  number  of  articles 
appeared  in  the  Boston  Transcript  —  "Notes  on 
Whales  and  Wiiuling  "  —  from  the  pen  of  Mr.  Preble. 
He  has  been  appointed  by  Government  to  write  a 
"  History  of  the  Boston  Navy  Yard,"  which  is  nearly 
completed.  He  has  in  manuscript  a  large  volume 
containing  "  Notices  of  five  or  six  tliousand  persons 
who  have  lived  to  be  a  hundred  years  old  ami  up- 
wards." Several  years  ago  he  prepared  a  volume  of 
three  or  four  hundred  pages,  relati\e  to  the  ''  Sea 
Serpent,"  which  was  de[)osited  with  the  Natural 
History  Society  of  Porthmd,  and  destroyed  in  the 
trrcat  fire  of  1866.  Mr.  Preble  is  now  stationed  at 
I'liiladelphia.  He  has  recent!}'  been  deeply  alllitlcd 
by  the  loss  of  his  wife  —  an  amiable  and  excellent 
27 


418  NOTES. 

woman  —  daughter   of  the  late  Mr.  John  Cox,  of 
Portland. 

^^^  George  M.  Baker  was  born  in  Portland,  July 
2,  1832,  and  removed  to  Boston  when  young,  where 
he  now  resides.  He  is  the  author  of  several  volumes 
of  plays,  which  have  been  remarkably  successful, 
some  of  which  have  been  reproduced  abroad.  He 
has  also  written  two  or  three  books  for  the  young. 

^^^  Gordon  Hall  was  born  in  Tolland,  Mass., 
April  8,  1784.  He  was  the  first  American  mission- 
ary to  Bombay,  where,  after  a  labor  of  thirteen 
years,  he  died  of  cholera,  March  20,  1826,  aged  42 
5'ears.  He  published  several  sermons,  and  an  "  Ap- 
peal in  Behalf  of  the  Heathen." 

^^Amos  B.  Alcott  was  born  in  Wolcott,  Conn., 
November  29,  1799.  In  early  manhood  he  removed 
to  Boston,  where  for  several  years  he  taught  school 
for  young  children  at  the  Masonic  Temple.  Some 
years  ago  he  removed  to  Concord,  Mass.,  where  he 
now  resides.  He  is  the  author  of  "Tablets,"  and 
"  Conversations  with  Children  on  the  Gospels." 
Mr.  A.  is  the  father  of  Louisa  M.  Alcott,  the  popular 
author. 

^^  Cornelius  S.  Cartee  was  born  in  Providence, 
R.I.,  July  28,  1806.  For  many  years  he  was  prin- 
cipal of  the  Harvard  School  in  Charlestown,  Mass., 
where  he  now  resides,  the  efficient  librarian  of  tlie 
Public  Librar3^  Mr.  Cartee  is  the  author  of  "  Ele- 
ments of  Physical  and  Political  Geograph}',"  which 
has  had  a  large  circulation. 

^^  Harlan  Page  was  born  in  Coventry,  Conn., 
July  28, 1791.  He  was  a  very  conscientious,  huml)le 
Christian,  and  following  in  the  steps  of  his  divine 
Master,  literally  went  about  doing  good.  He  died 
in  New  York,  September  23,  1834,  aged  43,  leaving 
a  remarkably  bright  record  behind.  His  life,  writ- 
ten by  William  A.  Hollock,  was  printed  in  1835, 
many  editions  of  which  have  been  published  and 
extensively  circulated. 


NOTES.  419 

^^  Asa  Raxd  was  born  in  Rindge,  N.  H.,  Angust 
6,  1783  ;  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College  in  1806, 
and  was  ordained  and  became  pastor  of  the  Congre- 
gational Church  in  Gorham,  Maine,  January  18, 
1809.  When  the  Christian  Mirror  was  established 
in  Portland,  in  August,  1822,  Mr.  Rand  became  its 
Editor.  May  27,  1825,  his  valedictory  appeared  in 
the  Mirror,  and  soon  after  he  removed  to  Boston  and 
assumed  the  editorship  of  the  Boston  Recorder.  He 
afterwards  established  the  Volunteer,  a  monthly 
periodical.  In  1833  he  published  in  Lowell  the 
Observer,  a  religious  weekly  paper.  In  a  few  years 
later  he  returned  to  his  early  vocation  of  preaching 
the  gospel,  and  was  settled  in  Peterborough,  N.  Y. 
Mr.  Rand  was  the  author  of  "  A  Word  in  Season  ; " 
"  Familiar  Sermons  ; "  a  number  of  discourses  and 
pamphlets,  and  also  edited  a  volume  of  Dr.  Burton's 
posthumous  essay's.  He  spent  the  evening  of  his 
days  in  Ashburnham,  Mass.,  where  he  died  August 
24,  1871,  aged  88  years. 

Mr.  Rand's  first  wife  was  a  sister  of  Rev.  Dr. 
Pa3'son  —  his  second,  who  died  June  12,  1871,  a 
short  time  before  his  own  decease,  was  the  daughter 
of  Rev.  Mr.  Cushing,  of  Ashburnham. 

iy,s  t^j,-jij  Payson  was  born  in  Walpole,  Mass.,  Sep- 
tember 19,  1758;  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in 
1777  ;  was  ordained  in  1782,  and  settled  in  Rindge, 
N.  H.,  in  1782,  where  he  remained  till  his  deatli, 
February  26,  1820,  at  the  age  of  61  years.  He 
published  "  Proofs  of  Illuminism,"  and  several  dis- 
courses.    He  was  the  fatlier  of  Dr.  Edward  Pavson. 

^'■^  P2lias  Nason  was  born  in  Wrcntham,  INIass., 
April  21,  1811,  and  graduated  at  Brown  University 
in  1835.  He  taught  school  several  years  ;  studio(l 
theolog}',  and  was  settled  in  Natick,  INIass. ;  afler- 
wards  in  Exeter,  N.  H.  He  has  published  "  Songs 
for  the  School  Room;"  "Congregational  Hynm 
Book;"  "Life  of  Sir  Charles  Henry  Frankhuid  ;  " 
"  Life  of  Susanna  Rowsou  ;  "  Eulogies  on  Lincoln, 


420  NOTES. 

Everett  and  Andrew,  besides  several  pamphlets. 
One  year  he  edited  the  Genealogical  Register.  In 
1874  Mr.  Nason  went  abroad,  where  he  remained 
over  a  year.     He  resides  in  North  Billerica,  Mass. 

^  Thomas  Todd  was  born  in  Phippsburg,  Maine, 
November  6,  1797.  In  early  life  he  removed  to 
Portland,  and  served  an  apprenticeship  with  Francis 
Douglas,  who  published  the  Eastern  Argus.  On 
the  second  day  of  September,  1820,  Mr.  Douglas 
accidentally  shot  himself,  in  taking  a  gun  from  his 
boat,  while  on  an  excursion  to  the  islands  in  Port- 
land Harbor.  He  died  the  same  night  from  loss  of 
blood,  at  the  early  age  of  36  3-ears.  On  the  seventh 
of  November  following,  Thomas  Todd's  name  appears 
for  the  first  time  as  publisher  of  the  Argus.  He  con- 
tinued proprietor  of  the  paper  till  1837,  when  he  sold 
out  the  establishment.  In  1842  Mr.  Todd  was  Post- 
master of  Portland.  In  1844  he  started  the  Daily 
American,  which  was  published  several  years.  He 
afterwards  removed  to  Boston,  where  he  suddenly 
died  June  28,  1854,  aged  56.  A  day  or  two  before 
his  death,  Mr.  Todd  brought  to  us  a  beautiful  bou- 
quet, remarking,  "  This  is  for  3'ou,"  and  immedi- 
atel\'  left.  The  flowers  had  not  faded  when  we 
heard  of  his  death.  Mr.  Todd  was  a  kind  and 
genial  man,  whom  everybod}'  loved. 

^^  David  D.  IMaktneu  was  born  in  Cape  Elizabeth, 
Me.,  December  27,  1811.  Modest  and  unassuming, 
like  Cowper's  cottager,  he  is  scarcely  known  a  "half 
a  mile  from  home,"  and  jet  he  is  a  true  man,  and 
quite  intelligent ;  he  has  written  not  a  little  that 
would  not  discredit  some  of  our  distinguished  au- 
thors. Several  of  his  poems  we  have  read,  whicli 
evinced  considerable  talent.  Mr.  Mariner  is  still 
living  in  his  native  town,  but  we  have  not  seen  him 
for  more  than  a  quarter  of  a  century.  We  learn 
that  he  has  been  deeply  afflicted  of  late  ;  having 
lost  by  death  the  wife  of  his  youth,  a  married  daugh- 
ter and  her  eldest  child.     Ills  only  son  was  run  over 


NOTES.  421 

bj^  a  train  of  cars,  losing  both  legs,  and  barelj'  es- 
caping with  his  life.  But  with  a  truly  courageous, 
Christian  spirit  he  writes,  "  I  cannot  give  way  to 
despondency,  so  long  as  I  have  my  health  and  duty 
urges  me  on."   May  Heaven  sustain  and  bear  him  up  ! 

^  Thomas  C.  Upham  was  born  in  Deerfield,  N.  II.,' 
January  30,  1799,  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College 
in  1818,  and  at  Andover  Seminary  in  1821.  For  a 
shoit  time  he  preached  in  Rochester,  N,  H.  In 
1825  he  was  chosen  Professor  of  Mental  Philosophy 
in  Bowdoin  College,  where  he  remained  until  1867, 
a  period  of  42  years.  His  principal  works  are, 
"Elements  of  Mental  Philosophy;"  "Treatise  on 
the  Will ;  "  "  Hidden  Life  ;  "  "  Ratio  Disciplinae  ;  " 
"Divine  Union;"  "Religious  Maxims;"  "Ameri- 
can Cottage  Life  ;  "  "  Letters  from  Europe  ; "  "  Life 
of  Faith  ;  "  "  Manual  of  Peace  ;  "  "  Life  of  Catharine 
Adora,"  and  "  INIethod  of  Prayer,"  his  last  work  — 
a  beautiful  legacy  to  the  world. 

Mr.  Upham  was  a  remarkably  benevolent  man. 
While  Bowdoin  College  was  sulfering  from  pecuniary 
dilliculties,  he  undertook  to  raise  fifty  thousand  dol- 
lars for  the  relief  of  the  institution.  He  was  worth 
some  ten  thousand  dollars  —  it  was  all  the  property 
he  owned  —  and  he  counnenced  the  subscription  by 
putting  his  name  down  for  this  amount ;  making, 
himself  comparatively  poor  from  a  sense  of  Chris- 
tian duty.  This  fact  we  had  from  the  lips  of  Mr. 
Ui)ham  himself,  which  Ave  would  repeat  under  no 
consideration,  if  he  were  living.  He  freely  gave  all 
he  possessed  to  the  College,  and  then  found  it  com- 
paratively eas}'  to  raise  the  forty  thousand  dollars 
from  his  friends  and  the  friends  of  the  institution. 
Here  was  real  benevolence  and  no  jiretence.  He 
relied  for  his  future  support  on  his  salary  and 
what  income  he  might  derive  from  the  copyright  of 
his  books.  No  man  was  ever  happier  than  Mv.  Up- 
ham, when  the  last  dollar  was  8ul)scril)cd,  and  his 
beloved  college  was  saved  from  ruin.     In  the  whole 


422  NOTES. 

round  of  Christian  experience  we  have  failed  to  find 
a  similar  instance  of  real,  disinterested  benevolence. 

We  were  anxious  at  one  time  that  Mr.  Upham 
should  write  a  life  of  our  old  friend,  William  Ladd, 
the  apostle  of  peace ;  but  when  we  introduced  the 
subject,  he  excused  himself  on  account  of  the  labors 
which  had  already  accumulated  on  his  hands,  while 
he  possessed  not  the  best  state  of  health.  He  was 
apprehensive,  if  he  undertook  the  work,  that  he 
could  not  do  justice  either  to  Mr.  Ladd  or  to  the 
cause  he  labored  to  advocate.  The  life  of  the  phi- 
lanthropist has  since  been  written  by  our  friend, 
Rev.  John  Hemmenway,  who  has  made  an  interest- 
ing and  valuable  book. 

After  Mr.  Upham  relinquished  his  professorship 
at  Brunswick,  he  resided  in  Kennebunkport,  and 
often  took  a  journey  to  New  York,  where  he  spent 
some  time  with  a  relative.  Stopping  in  Boston  for 
a  day  or  two,  he  would  give  us  a  friendly'  call,  and 
no  man  were  we  more  pleased  to  see.  He  alwaj's 
had  somethino;  interestini^  and  valuable  to  coinmuni- 
cate.  He  was  so  childlike  in  his  disposition  and 
feelings,  that  no  one  could  help  loving  him.  His 
character  was  one  of  real  greatness  ;  uniting  the 
simplicity  and  innocence  of  childhood  with  the  spirit 
and  wisdom  of  a  philosopher,  and  the  trust  and  hu- 
mility of  a  Christian. 

Mr.  Upham  died  in  New  York,  April  2,  1872, 
aged  73  years.  His  remains  were  carried  to  Bruns- 
wick, for  interment,  where  he  had  spent  the  larger 
portion  of  his  life. 

^^  Nathaniel  Small.  Some  few  will  remember 
this  youth  of  feeble  intellect,  who  was  often  imposed 
upon  by  thoughtless  boj-s.  Small  was  kind  and  in- 
offensive, except  when  unjustly  provoked.  A  large 
portion  of  his  days  was  passed  in  the  poor-house 
in  Portland,  where  he  made  himself  useful  about  the 
establishment.  Indeed  the  Superintendent  has  often 
told  us  that  Mr.  Small  was  as  serviceable  a  man  as 


NOTES.  423 

an}'  member  of  the  house,  and  that  he  could  not  "well 
be  spared  from  the  position  he  occupied.  He  was 
alwa3'S  ready  cheerfully  to  do  the  work  assigned  him 
as  faithfully  as  he  knew  how.  In  years  past  we  often 
met  him  there,  to  receive  a  kind  smile  and  a  friendly 
shake  of  the  hand.  He  always  appeared  grateful 
to  those  who  visited  him,  and  thoughtful  for  every 
attention  received.  He  died  at  the  age  of  about  70. 
His  life  and  end  might  well  be  envied  by  scores  who 
misimprove  their  privileges,  debase  their  talents,  and 
prove  curses  to  the  world.  He  far  better  subserved 
his  existence. 

^  John  B.  Brown  was  born  in  Lancaster,  N.  H., 
May  31,  1805.  In  early  life  he  removed  to  Port- 
land, where  by  his  energy  and  close  attention  to 
business,  he  acquired  a  large  fortune.  He  is  an  in- 
fluential and  valuable  citizen.  There  is  no  project 
for  improving  and  building  up  his  adopted  city,  into 
which  he  does  not  enter  Avith  his  whole  soul,  and 
with  a  liberality  Avhich  knows  no  bounds.  lie  has 
been  honored  with  many  positions  of  trust,  and  is  a 
faithful  and  efficient  worker  iu  whatever  he  under- 
takes. 

^  Simon  Greenleaf  was  born  in  Newburyport, 
Mass.,  December  5,  1783,  and  was  educated  at  the 
Latin  School  of  his  native  place.  On  leaving  school 
he  entered  the  law  office  of  Ezekiel  "NVhitauin,  of  New 
Gloucester,  Maine,  and  was  a  devoted  student.  In 
1806  he  was  admitted  to  the  Cumberland  bar,  com- 
menced practice  in  Standish,  and  in  one  year  took 
up  his  residence  in  Gray.  In  1818  he  removed  to 
Portland,  where  by  his  winning  manners,  and  pleas- 
ing address,  and  argumentative  skill,  he  soon  estab- 
lished a  reputation  and  secured  a  large  i)ractice.  In 
1833  Mr.  Greenleaf  was  called  to  tlie  Law  School, 
at  Cambridge,  as  Royal  Professor,  and  after  a  labor 
of  fifteen  years,  in  1.S18  lie  resigned  on  account  of 
failing  health.  The  College  conferred  upon  him  the 
honorary  degree  of  LL.  D.  iu  1831.     Mr.  Greenleaf 


424  NOTES. 

was  the  author  of  several  vrorks,  mostl}'  on  law.  He 
died  in  Cambridge,  October  6,  1853,  aged  69  years 
and  10  months. 

^  Paul  E.  Merrill  was  born  in  Falmouth,  Me., 
in  1783,  but  for  manj'  ^-ears  resided  on  Smith  street, 
in  Portland.  In  early  life  he  followed  the  sea,  and 
for  a  long  period  was  one  of  the  most  active  and 
enterprising  ship-masters  avIio  sailed  from  that  port. 
He  early  connected  himself  with  Dr.  Pa3-son's  church, 
and  for  many  years  opened  his  house  weekly  for  a 
teachers'  pra^-er  meeting,  connected  with  the  North 
Sabbath  School,  in  which  he  and  his  excellent  wife 
were  deeply'  interested.  He  died  March  5,  1854, 
aged  71  years. 

^^  Jonx  J.  Carruthers  was  born  in  Ecclefechan, 
Dumfriesshire,  Scotland,  September  17,  1800,  and  is 
a  son  of  the  late  Rev.  James  Carruthers,  who  was 
connected  for  aiiany  years  with  the  Third  Church  in 
Portland,  and  whose  missionar^^  labors  in  the  State 
of  Maine  were  so  highly  appreciated  some  forty  or 
fifty  years  ago.  Mr.  C.  was  educated  at  the  Univer- 
sities of  St.  Andrews  and  Edinburg.  Six  years  of 
his  ministerial  and  missionary  work  were  spent  in 
St.  Petersburg,  Astrachan  and  the  Crimea  —  the 
last  being  his  assigned  station,  from  which,  in  com- 
mon with  many  of  his  bretlu'cn  stationed  elsewhere 
—  as  the  result  of  the  changed  policy  of  the  Russian 
government  —  he  reluctantly  withdrew. 

After  laboring  in  the  Christian  ministry  for  fifteen 
5'ears  in  England,  and  five  years  in  Montreal,  Mr. 
Carruthers  was  installed  pastor  of  the  Second  Church 
in  Portland,  ]\Ie.,  formerly'  Dr.  Payson's,  September, 
1846,  where  he  still  remains.  The  sermon  on  the 
occasion  was  preached  1)}'  Rev.  Dr.  Codman,  of  Dor- 
chester, Mass.  Dr.  C.'s  contributions  to  the  press 
have  l)een  large.  He  wrote  for  the  "  Cln-istian 
Teacher,"  a  Glasgow  magazine ;  edited  the  "  Har- 
binger," a  Montreal  monthly,  and  occupied  much 
space  in  the  "  Christian  Mirror,"  while  under  the 


NOTES.  425 

control  of  Dr.  Cummings.  Among  the  latter  con- 
tributions, were  '•  Tlie  Pulpit  and  Pen;"  "Life  in 
other  Lands  ;  "  "  Fifteen  Years  in  England  ;"  "  The 
Scottish  Student,"  and  "  The  Scottish  Pastor  of  the 
Olden  Time." 

The  Essays  of  the  Doctor  in  the  Christian  Teacher 
woukl  of  themselves  make  a  large  volume.  Among 
the  topics  discussed  were  "  The  Philosophy  of  Mis- 
sions," "  Christian  Philanthropy,"  and  "  Letters  to 
Young  ]\Ien,  especially  Mechanics."  • 

INIr.  Carruthers  has  also  published  several  pam- 
phlets ;  among  others,  "  The  War  and  its  Compen- 
sations," and  "  Mental  Self-Culture." 

In  18-43  the  Burlington,  Vermont,  University  con- 
ferred upon  Mr.  C.  the  honorary  degree  of  Doctor  of 
Divinity.  At  the  age  of  75,  the  Doctor  is  still  vig- 
orous and  active,  and  preaches  with  remarkable 
energy  and  power.  lie  is  one  of  our  ablest  divines. 
During  the  great  fire  of  1866,  the  Ciuux-h  of  the  Sec- 
ond Parish  on  Middle  street  was  destroyed  ;  but  by 
the  efforts,  mainly  of  the  Doctor,  a  beautiful  and 
commodious  church  has  been  erected  on  Congress 
street,  which  was  dedicated  Jul}'  4,  1875  —  the  Doc- 
tor preaching  on  the  occasion. 

^  Joshua  Lkavitt  was  born  in  Dcerfi6ld,  N.  IL, 
in  1775,  and  died  in  Naples,  Me.,  April,  1859,  aged 
84.  He  was  originalh'  a  printer  by  trade ;  but 
studied  medicine  and  practised  many  years  in  Port- 
land, where  he  had  removed  in  early  life.  When  we 
were  young  we  frequently  called  upon  him  during 
our  leisuie  evenings,  to  be  entertained  and  instructed 
by  him.  An  intelligent  man,  he  often  wrote  for  the 
public  press  —  both  in  prose  and  verse.  During  the 
latter  part  of  his  life  he  was  deeply  interested  in  the 
cause  of  temperance,  and  labored  with  his  voice  and 
pen  to  promote  its  interests.  An  acrostic  he  wrote 
for  us  many  years  ago,  we  shall  always  preserve  ; 
not  particularly  on  account  of  its  litenuy  merits, 
but  for  the  kindness  of  heart  that  prompted  him  to 


426  NOTES. 

write,  and  for  the  interest  he  nlwaj's  felt  in  our  wel- 
fare, Mr.  Leavitt  was  a  true  Christian  gentleman, 
whose  memory  we  shall  use  our  influence  to  per- 
petuate. 

As  a  specimen  of  Mr.  Leavitt's  quaint  style  of 
composition,  we  quote  the  following  stanzas,  from 
a  letter  he  addressed  to  us,  dated  Naples,  Me., 
March  23,  1836:  — 

"  TRe  world  will  not  persecute  those  who  are  like  them, 
But  hold  them  the  same  as  their  own  ; 

The  pure  testimony  cries  up  separation, 
And  calls  us  our  lives  to  lay  down  : 

Come  out  from  their  spirit  and  practices  too, 

The  track  of  the  Saviour  keep  full  in  your  view  ; 

The  pure  testimony  will  cut  the  way  through. 

"  Then  blow  ye  the  trumpet  in  pure  testimony. 

And  let  the  world  hear  it  again  ; 
O,  come  ye  from  Babylon,  Egypt  and  Sodom, 

And  malie  your  way  over  the  plain  : 
And  gird  on  your  armor,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
And  lie  Avill  direct  you  by  faitli  in  his  word  ; 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  like  a  sword." 

^  Samuel  Weed  was  born  in  Amesbur}-,  Mass., 
June,  1774;  graduated  at  Harvard  in  1796,  in  the 
class  with  Justice  Shaw,  Kev.  Charles  Lowell,  Wash- 
ington Allston,  Joseph  S.  Buckminster,  and  other 
distinguished  men.  After  teaching  school  several 
years,  Mr.  Weed  studied  the  profession  of  a  phj'si- 
cian,  and  went  to  Portland  in  1810,  where,  humble 
and  unobtrusive  —  respected  and  beloved  —  he  re- 
mained till  his  death,  which  took  place  November 
24,  1857,  at  the  age  of  83  years. 

^^"  Joseph  Shepard  was  a  humble  African  truck- 
man ;  quite  aged  and  infirm,  when  we  knew  him, 
more  than  half  a  centmy  ago  ;  an  industrious,  kind- 
hearted  man.  He  alwaj's  answered  to  the  name  of 
"  Massa  ; "  but  the  reason  why  we  never  knew.  He 
was  careful  and  frugal ;  owned  a  small  house  back 
of  the  Eastern  Cemetery,  in  Portland,  and  made  a 


NOTES.  427 

worth)'  citizen.  He  regularly  worshipped  at  St. 
Paul's  Church,  of  which  he  was  au  exemplar}-  mem- 
ber. He  died  at  the  age  of  nearly  90,  about  the 
3'ear  1838.  His  wife,  Sarah,  died  December  10, 
1846,  aged  80  years.  She  was  a  very  neat  woman, 
and  kept  her  house  in  perfect  order. 

-"  Joseph  Smith  was  born  in  Wayne,  Me.,  Novem- 
ber 6,  1805.  In  early  life  he  was  licensed  to  preach 
the  gospel,  but  failing  in  health,  he  pursued  another 
calling.  In  the  year  1850  he  went  to  Charlestown, 
Massachusetts,  and  a  few  years  later  settled  in  Mai- 
den, where  he  died  September  22,  1874,  aged  68 
3'ears  and  ten  months.  Mr.  Smith  was  a  humble, 
conscientious  Christian,  and  endeavored  through  a 
life  of  nearly  seventy  years,  in  his  daily  walk  and 
conversation,  to  exejnplify  the  gospel  he  professed 
to  love.  From  an  intimate  acquaintance  with  him, 
for  more  than  twenty  3'ears,  we  can  testify  to  the 
goodness  of  his  heart ;  to  his  implicit  trust  in  his 
heavenly  Father,  and  his  sincere  and  earnest  desire 
to  promote  the  interests  of  morality  and  religion. 
In  every  trial  of  life  —  in  every  pecuniary  trouble  — 
Mr.  Smith  sought  communion  with  his  heavenly 
Father,  and  felt  that  he  received  divine  assistance. 
At  one  time,  when  he  resided  in  Maine,  he  was  in 
l^ressing  need  of  a  small  amount  of  monej'',  to  pay 
an  honest  debt.  He  failed  to  oljtain  it,  and  ever}' 
moment  expected  to  see  his  inexorable  creditor. 
He  entered  the  woods  —  knelt  in  a  retired  place, 
and  pleaded  long  and  earnestly  for  assistance.  As 
he  turned  to  leave  the  retired  spot,  he  espied,  just 
on  the  edge  of  the  footpath,  the  amount  he  so  much 
needed.  He  always  believed  it  was  placed  there  by 
a  divine  hand.  At  another  lime  he  made  a  purchase 
of  some  necessary  articles  in  his  businebs,  and  i)rom- 
ised  to  pay  for  tliem  on  a  certain  day.  He  had  not 
succeeded  in  raising  the  amount  when  the  debt 
became  due.  He  was  greatly  distressed  about  the 
matter.    He  went  before  his  Maker,  and  with  all  the 


428  NOTES. 

sincerity  of  liis  lieart  in  secret  soiiglit  divine  aid.  It 
was  impressed  upon  his  mind  to  call  at  a  certain 
house,  and  the  lady  might  possibly  help  him.  At 
first  he  hesitated,  as  the  person  was  almost  a  stranger 
to  him,  but  at  last  he  ventured  to  call.  He  had  been 
seated  but  a  few  moments,  Avhen  the  mistress  of  the 
house  remarked  that  she  had  that  morning  received 
a  small  sum  of  money  which  she  did  not  need  at 
present,  and  offered  to  loan  it  to  Mr.  Smith.  He 
gladly  received  it,  and  thanking  her,  humbly  de- 
parted—  met  the  gentleman  he  owed,  and  cancelled 
his  debt.  He  considered  this  as  a  special  interposi- 
tion of  Providence.  Who  that  sincerely  believes 
the  promises  of  the  Bible  can  say  it  was  not  ?  "  Call 
upon  me  in  the  day  of  trouble,  and  I  will  de- 
liver thee."  Through  his  life  Mr.  Smith  had  many 
occasions  to  feel  that  his  prayers  had  been  answered. 
He  simply  trusted  in  a  divine  arm,  and  he  was  sus- 
tained and  blest.  Mr.  Smith  lived  a  prayerful  life, 
and  died  a  triumphant  death. 

^1-  Charles  W.  Goddard  was  born  in  Portland, 
December  29,  1825  ;  graduated  at  Bowdoin  College, 
studied  law,  and  was  for  several  years  Judge  of  the 
Superior  Court  in  Cumberland  County.  He  is  now 
the  popular  and  efficient  Postmaster  of  Portland. 
He  makes  an  excellent  presiding  officer. 

^'^  Edward  Fox  was  born  in  Portland,  June  9, 
1815,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1833. 
He  studied  law,  and  for  many  years  was  associated 
with  the  late  Randolph  A.  L.  Codman.  A  few  years 
since  he  was  appointed  one  of  the  Judges  of  the 
United  States  District  Court.  His  decisions  have 
given  general  satisfaction.  We  met  and  spoke  to 
the  Judge  in  the  streets  of  Boston  a  short  time  since. 
We  had  not  seen  him  for  a  quarter  of  a  century. 
We  were  surprised  to  notice  so  litt'e  change  in  his 
appearance. 

^"  Edmukd  Burke  was  an  eminent  English  states- 
man.    He  was  born  in  Ireland,  in  1730,  and  died 


NOTES.  429 

at  Beaconsfiekl,  July  8,  1797,  aged  G7  years.     Ilis 
works  liaA'C  been  printed  in  ten  octavo  volumes. 

21^  Child's  Hill  was  on  Middle  street,  Portland, 
next  to  Judge  Freeman's  estate,  and  nearly  opposite 
the  Second  Parish  Church.  It  was  formerly  owned 
by  Thomas  Child,  a  native  of  Boston,  who  wxnt  to 
Portland  previous  to  1770,  built  him  a  house,  and 
married  a  sister  of  Judge  Freeman.  He  died  in 
1787,  aged  56.  His  widow  lived  on  the  hill  for 
many  years  after  his  decease,  and  died  in  Boston  in 
1832,  aged  80  years.  Although  the  hill  was  neither 
steep  nor  high,  the  children  often  amused  themselves 
here  with  their  sleds  in  winter. 

-'^  MouKTFORT  Hill  was  back  of  the  Eastern  Cem- 
etery, in  Portland,  at  the  head  of  Mountfort  street, 
which  extended  a  long  distance  to  the  water.  It 
was  a  favorite  coasting-place  for  boys  who  lived  in 
that  section  of  the  town. 

This  street  was  named  for  the  original  owner, 
Edmund  Mountfort,  who  went  from  Boston  and 
settled  there  in  the  early  part  of  the  eighteenth 
century.  Mr.  M.  died  November  21,  1737,  aged 
43  years.  He  was  a  grandson  of  Edmund  Mount- 
fort, who,  with  his  brother  Henry,  arrived  in  Boston 
from  England  in  1656  —  from  whom  all  by  this  name 
in  New  England  have  descended. 

John  Mountfort,  a  descendant  of  the  original 
Edmund,  was  born  in  Boston,  November  2,  1780. 
While  young  he  entered  the  United  States  Army, 
and  was  brevetted  Major  for  eminent  services  in  the 
war  of  1812.  He  greatly  distinguished  himself  in 
the  Seminole  war  of  1835-6,  and  rose  to  the  rank  of 
Colonel.  Mr.  Mountfort  died  suddenly  in  Boston, 
October  22,  1851,  aged  62  years,  and  was  biu-icd 
with  military  honors  in  the  old  family  tomb  on 
Copp's  Hill. 

Gkouge  Mountfort,  a  brother  of  John,  is  a  native 
of  Boston.  For  nine  years  he  was  United  States  Con- 
sul at  the  Island  of  Candia,  in  the  Turkish  dominions, 


430  NOTES. 

on  the  Mediterranean.  He  has  had  the  honor  con^ 
ferred  upon  him  of  Knight  of  the  Ottoman  Imperial 
Order  of  Mejidich.  Mr.  Mountfort  has  naturally  a 
fine  poetic  taste.  If  he  had  devoted  himself  exehi- 
sively  to  letters,  he  would  shine  as  a  star  of  the  first 
magnitude  in  the  literary  horizon.  He  is  the  author 
of  a  "  History  of  the  Island  of  Candia  ;  "  "  Life  of 
John  Hancock,"  and  has  written  no  small  amount 
for  the  Genealogical  Register  and  other  periodicals. 
Mr.  M.  is  now  a  resident  of  Boston. 

Napoleon  B.  Mountfort,  another  brother,  was 
born  in  Boston,  January  15,  1800.  For  several 
3'ears  he  was  Judge  of  the  Police  Court  of  New 
York,  but  retired  for  a  lucrative  practice  of  law  in 
that  city. 

^^  Titcomb's  Wharf  was  at  the  foot  of  "Willow 
street,  Portland,  and  in  winter  afforded  the  children 
a  good  opportunity  to  enjoy  themselves.  The  wharf 
was  owned  by  Henry  Titcomb,  who  lived  in  the  large 
house  at  the  head  of  the  wharf.  Mr.  T.  died  May 
17,  1829,  aged  63  years. 

^^^  The  Back  Fields  —  a  large  extent  of  territory 
below  Cumberland  street,  in  Portland.  Here  there 
were  few  houses,  and  no  streets  were  laid  out,  and 
the  boj's  had  full  sweep  down  to  the  flats  in  the 
cove.  The  most  frequented  place  for  coasting  was 
near  the  house  of  Mr.  Nathan  Howe,  whence  to  the 
water's  edge  there  was  no  interruption. 

^^®  Samuel  Freeman  was  born  in  Falmouth,  now 
Portland,  June  15,  1743,  and  died  June  15,  1831, 
on  the  day  that  he  completed  his  88th  year.  "In 
early  life,"  I  quote  from  Chronicles  of  Casco  Bay, 
"  he  was  a  teacher,  a  trader,  and  an  attorney  at  law. 
In  1775,  1776  and  1778,  he  was  a  delegate  to  the 
Provincial  Congress.  He  received  from  Government 
the  office  of  Clerk  of  the  Cumberland  County  Courts, 
which  he  held  until  1820  —  a  period  of  46  years.  In 
1776  he  was  appointed  Register  of  Probate.  The 
same  year  he  received  the  appointment  of  Post- 


NOTES.  431 

master,  which  ofRce  he  retained  for  twenty-nine 
years.  In  1773  Mr.  Freeman  united  with  Mr. 
Smith's  church,  where  he  Avas  afterwards  chosen 
Deacon,  the  duties  of  which  office  he  satisfactorily 
discharged  for  more  than  forty  years."  Mr.  Freeman 
was  the  author  of  "  Town  Officer  ;  "  "  Clerk's  Maga- 
zine ;  "  "  Probate  Directory  ; "  and  at  the  age  of  78, 
in  1821,  he  edited  "  Extracts  from  the  Journals  kept 
by  the  Rev.  Thomas  Smith,  late  Pastor  of  the  First 
Church  of  Christ  in  Falmouth."  We  distincth^  re- 
member the  fmc-looking  gentleman  of  the  olden 
time.  It  was  said  that  in  appearance  he  very  much 
resembled  "Washington. 

^-"  Edwakd  Kusskll  was  born  in  North  Yarmouth, 
Me.,  August  31,  1783,  and  graduated  at  Harvard 
College  in  1803.  He  married  Lucy  Stevens  of  Port- 
land, by  whom  he  had  three  children.  Edward,  who 
has  been  many  years  connected  with  the  Mercantile 
Agenc}':  of  Boston,  is  his  son.  Mr.  Kussell  was  Sec- 
retary of  State  in  1829  and  1830.  For  more  than 
twenty  years  he  was  engaged  in  the  affairs  of  the 
town,  and  had  the  entire  confidence  of  his  fellow- 
citizens.  On  the  fourth  of  July,  1806,  Mr.  R.  de- 
livered an  oration  before  the  citizens  of  his  native 
place,  and  in  1833  he  gave  an  Address  before  his 
townsmen,  embodying  an  historical  sketch  of  North 
Yarmouth,  from  its  earliest  settlement.  The  Address 
was  printed  in  the  third  volume  of  the  Maine  His- 
torical Collections.  Mr.  Russell  died  November  29,, 
1835,  aged  52  years.  Our  recollections  of  Mr.  R. 
are  exceed iiigl 3'  pleasant.  lie  was  kind,  genial, 
noble-hearted. 

Mrs.  Russell  died  in  Cambridge,  Mass.,  December 
28,  1870,  aged  83  years  and  10  months,  having  sur- 
vived her  husband  for  a  period  of  more  than  thirty- 
five  3'cars. 

^-^  SoLOMOX  SiuLKY  was  bom  in  Sutton,  Mass., 
October  7,  17G9.  He  removed  to  Ohio  in  1795, 
and  in  1797  went  to  Detroit.     He  was  Judge  of  the 


432  NOTES. 

Supreme  Court  from  1824  to  1836.  He  died  ut 
Detroit,  April  4,  1846,  aged  76  j'ears. 

^^^  Philip,  Sachem  of  Pokanoket,  was  a  brave  but 
revengeful  Indian  —  commonl}'  called  King  Philip. 
He  was  the  youngest  son  of  Massasoit,  and  suc- 
ceeded his  brother,  Alexander,  in  1657.  An  impla- 
cable enemy  of  the  colonists,  he  sought  to  destroy' 
them.  On  the  12th  of  August,  1676,  in  endeavoring 
to  escape  from  Captain  Church,  he  was  pursued  into 
a  swamp,  and  shot  by  a  frieudl}-  Indian  by  the  name 
of  Aldeman.  By  order  of  Captain  Church,  the  body 
of  Philip  was  beheaded  and  quartered. 

^^  George  B.  Emerson  was  born  in  Kennebunk, 
Maine,  September  12,  1797,  and  graduated  at  Har- 
vard College  in  1817.  He  taught  school  several 
years  in  Maine  and  Massachusetts,  and  was  tutor  in 
mathematics  and  natural  philosophy  in  Harvard  from 
1819  to  1821.  For  two  or  three  years  he  was  prin- 
cipal of  the  High  School  for  B03S  in  Boston,  and 
afterwards  taught  a  private  school  for  girls,  which 
he  continued  for  about  thirty  years.  He  was  Presi- 
dent of  the  Boston  Society  of  Natural  History.  Mr. 
Emerson  is  the  author  of  a  "  Report  on  the  Trees 
and  Shrubs  growing  naturally  in  the  Forests  of 
Massachusetts."  Mr.  E.  pleaded  earnestly  before 
the  city  authorities  for  the  preservation  of  the 
noble  elms  on  Tremont  street ;  but  his  voice  was 
not  heeded ;  the  mandate  Avent  forth,  the  trees 
were  hewn  down  ;  and  now  red  biicks  and  mor- 
tar ma}'  be  seen  where  latel}''  flourished  the  glo- 
rious elms  which  had  for  more  than  a  century  lifted 
their  arms  to  heaven,  as  if  in  benedictions  upon  the 
ungrateful  city  that  deslr()_ye(l  tiiem. 

^-*  Oliver  Wendell  Holmes  was  l)()rn  in  Cam- 
bridge, INIass.,  August  29,  1809,  and  graduated  at 
Harvard  College  in  1829.  He  is  the  auUior  of  ''  The 
Autocrat  of  the  Breakfast  Table  ;  "  "  The  Professor 
at  the  Breakfast  Table ;  "  "  Soundings  from  the 
Atlantic;"  "Lectures  on  Homoeopathy  and  its  Kin- 


NOTES.  433 

dred  Delusions  ;  "  "  Elsie  Venner  ;  "  "  The  Guardian 
Angel ; "  several  volumes  of  poetry,  and  a  number 
of  pamphlets.  Mr.  Holmes  used  strong  arguments 
before  the  city  fathers,  in  behalf  of  the  aged  elms, 
and  begged  that  they  might  continue  to  beautify 
Tremont  street ;  in  summer  to  give  their  grateful 
shade  to  the  weary  heart  and  the  sweltering  laborer  ; 
but  in  vain  ;  all  arguments  were  resisted,  and  the 
vandal  axe  did  its  destructive  work. 

^-^  Adino  Paddock  was  born  in  Plymouth  Count}', 
Mass.,  in  1728,  learned  the  trade  of  a  carriage-maker, 
and  had  a  shop  opposite  to  the  Granary  Burying 
Ground,  Boston.  In  17G2  he  imported,  with  no  little 
expense,  and  planted  opposite  his  place  of  business, 
a  row  of  elegant  elms,  which  have  beautified  the  town, 
and  been  a  source  of  comfort  and  luxur}'  to  our  fathers 
for  more  than  a  centiuy.  Alas  !  by  the  mandate  of 
our  city  fathers,  in  March,  1874,  the  noble  trees 
were  cut  down  and  rooted  out. 

Mr.  Paddock  was  a  loyalist,  and  in  March,  1776, 
removed  to  Halifax,  N.  S.  In  the  June  following  he 
embarked  with  his  family  for  England,  when,  receiv- 
ing an  office  under  the  British  Government,  he  was 
stationed  at  the  Isle  of  Jerse}',  an  English  island  on 
the  coast  of  France,  where  he  died  March  25,  1804, 
aged  76  j'cars. 

--'*'  Two  large  and  flourishing  elms,  that  for  man}- 
years  stood  before  the  Baptist  Church  on  Broadwa}-, 
Chelsea  —  whose  value  for  ornament  to  the  cit}-,  and 
comfort  and  health  to  the  citizens,  could  not  be  esti- 
mated b}'  dollars  and  cents  —  were  recently  destroyed 
by  permission  from  the  cit\'  authorities,  to  the  regret 
of  all  lovers  of  nature.  Why  tlie  city  fathers  sliould 
consent  to  this  vandal  act,  we  cannot  divine.  The 
trees  were  the  pride  of  the  street ;  strangers  were 
delighted  with  their  beaut }•,  and  everybody  enjoyed 
their  comi)anionshii).  Tiie  property  in  that  vicinity, 
bv  the  destruction  of  these  graceful  elms  —  the 
growth  of  nearly  lialf  a  century  —  must  sensibly 
28 


434  NOTES. 

depreciate.  Certainl}^  in  our  estimation  it  lias  less- 
ened its  value  one-lburth  at  least.  What  they  call 
the  "  march  of  improvement "  still  goes  on,  and  other 
beautiful  trees  are  doomed.  AVhv,  a  meetingj  was 
actually  called  at  the  Mayor's  otlice,  to  take  into 
considi'vation  the  removal  of  a  number  of  the  trees 
that  have  made  Chestnut  street  so  pleasant  and  de- 
liglitfid  in  summer,  and  the  pride  and  glovj-  of  the 
town.  A  few  restless  spirits  were  uot  satisfied  till 
the  Mayor  gave  his  consent  to  mutilate  the  trees 
by  clipping  off  multitudes  of  flourishing  and  elegant 
branches.  It  was  a  sad  sight  to  behold.  The 
stripped  trees  seemed  to  weep  at  their  loss,  and 
look  down  mortified  and  humbled  at  their  meagre 
appearance.  Indeed,  we  fancied  we  heard  them  speak 
in  tones  of  rebuke  to  those  who  had  shorn  them  of 
their  beauty. 

May  not  the  time  come  when  there  will  not  be  a 
single  tree  left  to  invite  the  singing  birds,  nor  a 
green  spot  on  which  the  weaiy  e^e  can  rest?  In 
the  square  were  several  fine  trees,  and  a  fountain 
which  sent  forth  its  sparkling  waters  in  the  heat  of 
summer  ;  but  every  tree  has  been  cut  down,  and  the 
fountain  actually  rooted  out ;  and  for  what  reason 
we  cannot  understand.  In  their  places  we  have  a 
dieaiy,  dismal  waste  of  fine  sand  and  coarse  gravel. 
Not  even  a  blade  of  grass  will  spring  up,  for  fear, 
we  opine,  that  the  city  fathers  will  at  once  doom  it  to 
destruction.     It  seems  a  miniature  desert  of  Arabia. 

^-Mn  Mr.  Holmes's  "Autocrat  of  the  Breakfast 
Table  "  is  this  remark  :  "  Boston  State  House  is  the 
hub  of  the  solar  system.  You  couldn't  pr}'  that  out 
of  a  Boston  man,  if  j-ou  had  the  tire  of  all  creation 
straightened  out  for  a  crowbar."  Why  not  go  a  step 
further,  and  sa^'  Boston  is  the  Hub  of  the  Universe, 
or  the  almighty  Hub  ?  AVe  all  know  that  this  city 
contains  multitudes  of  enterprising,  wealthy  men, 
and  men  of  talents,  besides  a  large  number  of  men 
of  importance  >vho   are  bound   to   carry  out  their 


NOTES  435 

favorite  projects,  no  matter  who  is  discommoded,  or 
how  manj'  are  doomed  to  suifer.  Besides,  there  are 
literary  mutual  admiration  people  in  town,  who  can 
see  no  wisdom  or  ability  outside  of  a  particular 
circle  —  who  are  unapproachable  b}^  the  common 
classes  —  who  cling  so  tenaciously  to  their  own 
opinions,  that  if  a  person  suggests  their  liability  to 
mistake,  he  is  looked  upon  as  a  wild  dreamer,  or 
one  who  is  bordering  on  imbecility.  A  favorite 
within  the  ring  can  produce  nothing  which  is  not  of 
the  highest  order  of  literarj-  excellence,  and  worthy 
of  the  public  approval.  Thus  the  merest  trash  is 
often  palmed  off  as  the  finest  scintillations  of  genius. 
On  the  other  hand,  a  volume  of  rare  merit  from  an 
outsider  is  often  stigmatized  as  a  work  beneath  the 
dignity  of  man,  or  lacking  in  all  the  essentials 
requisite  to  make  a  readable  book,  and  warrant  an 
extended  circulation.  And  this  spirit  is  often  caught 
by  common  editors,  and  circulated  as  the  deliberate 
opinion  of  the  public  —  and  what  becomes  of  the 
talented  author?  Unless  he  has  means  to  push  for- 
ward, and  is  not  wholl}'  disheartened,  he  is  laid 
aside  and  forgotten,  till  j-ears  after  his  death  the 
communit}'  is  surprised  at  the  genius  displayed  by 
one  who  died  early  and  contributed  so  little  to 
the  literature  of  his  country  from  his  wonderful 
mind.  Such  a  state  of  things,  we  trust,  will  not 
last  beyond  the  millennium. 

^^  There  was  a  small  hill  in  "VVestbrook,  Maine, 
where  the  boys  would  often  resort  for  pleasure,  which 
the}'  called  Rocky  Hill  —  not  quite  so  high  as  the 
one  in  Falmouth  b}'  the  same  name.  It  was  delight- 
ful to  ramble  among  the  trees  and  bushes  near  the 
hill,  in  the  warm  days  of  summer. 

^-®  Benjamin  Fijanklin,  a  printer,  statesman  and 
philosopher,  was  born  in  Boston,  January  17,  IHOO, 
and  died  in  Pliiladelphin,  April  17,  17'jb,  aged  S-1 
years.  His  Life,  written  by  himself,  is  a  most  in- 
teresting and  valuable  memoir. 


436  NOTES. 

-^  Edward  S.  Morse  —  the  Professor,  as  lie  is 
sometimes  called  —  was  born  in  Portland,  Me.,  June 
18,  1838,  and  from  Ms  earliest  j-ears  felt  deepl}'  in- 
terested on  the  subject  of  natural  history.  He  is 
connected  with  the  Salem  Institute,  and  has  lectured 
in  California  and  other  sections  of  the  Union,  and 
given  general  satisfaction.  Mr.  Morse  informs  us 
that  he  has  a  work  in  contemplation,  on  some  par- 
ticular branch  of  natural  history,  to  which  he  has 
given  considerable  attention  of  late. 

^^  The  Infantry  and  the  Mechanic  Blues  were 
two  famous  military  companies  in  Portland  a  half 
century  ago,  and  for  aught  we  know  are  still  in 
existence.  We  cannot  tell  how  many  times  in  our 
boyhood  we  followed  them  through  the  streets,  lis- 
tening to  the  enlivening  music  and  witnessing  their 
splendid  manojuvres. 

^^^  Prout's  Neck  is  about  a  dozen  miles  from 
Portland.  It  has  been  owned  by  the  Prout  and 
Libby  families  for  a  century  or  more.  It  is  a  fa- 
vorite retreat  in  summer.  There  is  fine  fishing  from 
the  rocks,  and  hundreds  from  all  parts  of  New  Eng- 
land are  entertained  and  invigorated  there  ever}'  year. 

'^'  Many  years  ago,  a  Mu.  Buoad  kept  a  tavern 
about  eight  or  ten  miles  from  Portland,  where  par- 
ties were  pleasantl}'  entertained.  The  military  com- 
panies would  often  make  it  a  resort  to  spend  their 
anniversaries. 

-^  Spurwink  is  not  far  from  a  dozen  miles  from 
Portland.  Tliere  Avas  a  settlement  here  very  early 
in  the  seventeenth  century.  At  certain  seasons  of 
the  year  the  roads  leading  to  this  place  are  very 
muddy  ;  at  other  seasons  there  is  a  large  quant  it}"" 
of  dust,  with  which  one  is  covered  in  a  ver^'  short 
time. 

"^  When  we  were  a  child  the  Eastern  Cemeterj',  in 
Portland,  was  but  about  one  half  its  present  size. 
Tlie  land  in  front  was  a  sort  of  common,  where  the 
children  gathered  on  high  days  to  spend  their  cop- 


NOTES.  437 

pers,  as  it  was  occupied  bj'  various  tents  and  shan- 
ties, for  the  sale  of  fruits,  cakes,  beer  and  India 
crackers.  Fronting  Back  street  Avas  an  old  building 
occupied  in  part  by  the  artillery  companj'  for  the 
safe-keeping  of  their  cannon,  and  partly  hy  the  town, 
where  the  public  hearse  was  kept. 

^  John  Aveky  Avas  a  noted  character  who  lived 
on  the  town.  He  was  allowed  his  liberty  on  high 
days,  and  when  he  felt  a  little  merry  from  the  use 
of'  stimulants,  did  not  hesitate  to  sing  improper 
songs  to  the  motlc}'  crowds  that  gathered  about 
him.     lie  died  about  the  year  1830. 

'■^  Mayo  Street  was  at  the  north-easterly  side  of 
Portland,  where  there  was  a  never-failing  spring  of 
Avater.  It  was  near  a  large  field  Avhich  bordered  on 
Back  Cove. 

^  The  Cove  Avas  a  pleasant  place  in  Portland,  a 
short  distance  beloAA"  Cumberland  street  —  there  Avas 
no  other  street  beyond  —  extending  from  Tukey's  to 
Deering's  Bridge,  Avhore  the  boys  resorted  in  summer 
to  bathe,  and  in  Avinter  to  skate  and  slide.  A  quar- 
ter of  a  century  ago,  Avhen  Ave  last  had  the  pleasure 
of  seeing  it,  the  place  was  still  beautiful.  We  learn 
to  our  regret  that  the  Cove  has  been  partly  filled  in. 
Why  could  not  the  good  people  of  Portland  have 
kept  this  place  open  forever?  It  would  be  Avorth 
millions  for  the  health  and  happiness  of  the  inhab- 
itants, laying  aside  all  the  pleasure  derived  from  its 
surpassing  beaut}'. 

^^  LIouNT  Joy  is  a  large  promontor}-  in  the  east- 
ern section  of  Portland,  which  takes  its  name  from 
George  JNInnjoy,  Avho  Avas  born  in  England  in  1G2G, 
and  went  to  Portland  to  reside  previous  to  IGGO. 
He  owned  all  the  territory  east  of  India  street,  lead- 
ing down  to  Back  Cove.  His  oldest  sou,  at  the  age 
of  twenty-three,  Avas  killed  by  the  Indians  in  1G75, 
and  in  consequence  of  the  constant  liability  of  being 
attacked  by  the  savages,  ]\Iunjoy  removed  to  Boston 
Avith  his  I'amilv,  Avhere  he  died  in  IGbO,  aged  52. 


•138  NOTES. 

As  we  remember  Mount  J()_y,  there  were  the  Ob- 
servatory and  a  few  houses  only  on  the  summit.  We 
used  to  think  it  a  long  tramp  to  the  "  back  of  the 
neck,"  a  short  distance  beyond  the  hill,  where  in  our 
youth  we  wandered,  to  shoot  the  plovers  and  sand- 
pipers that  wei-e  abundant  at  certain  seasons  of  the 
year.  AVe  learn  that  the  march  of  improvement  has 
extended  to  this  place,  and  that  the  hill  has  been 
covered  with  dwelling-houses,  stores  and  workshops, 
and  that  the  beautiful  neck  pond  has  been  filled  up. 
"We  confess  we  do  not  exactly  like  the  so-called  im- 
provements, whereby  every  green  thing  is  destroyed, 
and  every  sheet  of  sparkling  water  is  drained  off. 

^^  Elizabeth  Siiepard,  whose  maiden  name  was 
Ruby,  was  born  in  Gray,  Maine,  in  1756.  Her  pa- 
rents came  from  England.  Her  father  was  a  Revo- 
lutionary soldier,  and  died  in  the  service  of  his 
adopted  country.  About  the  commencement  of  the 
present  century,  with  her  husband,  Lewis  Shcpard, 
she  removed  to  Portland.  Her  husband  died  in 
1832.  We  remember  well  his  venerable  ai^pearance, 
and  we  often  called  to  see  him,  and  hear  him  con- 
verse on  the  olden  time.  "  Ma'am  Shcpard,"  as  the 
boys  lamiliarly  called  her,  could  be  seen  on  any  high 
(\ay,  beside  her  tent  on  the  hill,  dealing  out  cakes, 
pies  and  eggnog,  to  the  scores  of  children  —  and  we 
among  the  rest  —  who  were  pleased  to  patronize  her. 
She  died  April  y,  1839,  agod  83  years.  During  her 
last  sickness,  M-hich  was  long,  we  had  many  inter- 
views with  her.  She  seemed  delighted  with  the 
visits  of  one  she  had  known  in  his  boyhood,  and 
who  so  often  visited  iier  tent  in  years  long  past,  and 
siie  frequently  ex[)ressed  her  thanks  in  tears  of  grati- 
tude. "Just  before  she  expired,"  —  we  quote  from 
our  journal,  wiitten  the  day  after  her  death  —  "she 
expressed  a  willingness  to  depart.  Her  faith  was 
strong  in  her  Redeemer,  and  without  a  struggle  she 
breathed  out  her  life  to  enter,  as  we  firmly  trust, 
a  more  glorious  state  of  existence." 


NOTES.  439 

^*^  "William  Henry  Harrington,  more  familiarly 
known  to  the  older  citizens  of  Portland  as  Harry 
Hans,  was  a  native  of  that  town,  where  he  was  born 
at  the  close  of  the  last  century.  He  was  singularly 
eccentric  in  his  character,  and  on  high  days  particu- 
larly made  some  flourish  on  the  hill,  where  he  dis- 
played for  sale,  from  a  board  on  his  arm,  huge  sticks 
of  molasses  cand}',  not  ver^'  delicious  to  the  fastidi- 
ous tastes  of  some  of  the  people.  He  frequently  col- 
lected a  crowd  of  idle  men  and  boys,  and  addressed 
them  in  his  peculiar  style,  to  their  infinite  amuse- 
ment. Harry  emigrated  to  New  Bedford,  Mass., 
changed  his  name,  and  died  at  last  in  the  poor- 
house  of  that  city,  when  he  was  about  sixty  years  of 
age.  We  possess  a  striking  portrait  of  this  eccen- 
tric character,  painted  from  life  by  the  elder  Cole. 

^^2  William  Newhall,  an  inoft'ensive  and  not  re- 
markably intelligent  negro  —  for  he  was  a  real  Afri- 
can, we  are  inclined  to  think,  brought  from  his 
native  shores  by  some  eastern  captain  —  permitted 
the  young  men  to  dress  him  extravagantly  and  fan- 
tastically and  send  him  round  the  town  ;  especially 
was  this  the  case  on  the  fourth  of  July  and  other 
high  days.  On  such  occasions,  "  liilly,"  as  he  was 
familiarly  called,  seemed  to  be  in  his  element.  He 
would  disi)lay  himself  in  the  public  streets,  on  the 
hill  and  among  the  tents,  where  he  was  generally 
followed  l)y  a  crowd  of  boys,  shouting  at  the  top  of 
their  voices.  The  siniple-iiearted  black  died  about 
1835,  aged  from  fifty  to  sixty  3-ears. 

^^•"  Nathan  West  —  whom  tlie  boys  nicknamed 
"Satan  West"  —  was  notorious  for  his  belligerent 
qualities.  He  was  a  terror  to  the  neighborhood  in 
which  he  resided.     He  died  in  early  life. 

-**  RusiiwoKTir  SiiKrAKi),  a  famous  character  in 
olden  times,  will  be  remembered  by  those  who  were 
young  in  Tortland  some  fifty  or  sixty  years  ago. 
He  died  in  April,  IS.'W,  agecf.'^.'?  years.  He  was  a 
son  of  Elizabeth  bhepard,  mentioned  in  note  2-iO. 


440  NOTES. 

^  Peter  Hall  was  an  efficient  town  officer,  and  a 
terror  to  evil  doers.     See  note  105. 

"^  William  Polleys  was  for  several  3-ears  Chief 
of  the  Police  in  Portland.     See  note  106. 

^^'  The  Obsekvatoky  was  built  on  Mount  Joy, 
Portland,  in  1807,  and  painted  red.  The  lot  on 
which  it  stands,  embracing  half  an  acre  of  land, 
was  purchased  b}'  a  compan}-  consisting  of  Lemuel 
Mood^',  Jonathan  Stewart,  Samuel  Freeman,  John 
Collins,  William  Lowell,  Robert  llsley,  and  thirt}- 
others.  It  is  82  feet  high.  The  hill  is  141  feet 
above  high  water  mark.  John  Neal,  in  his  "Port- 
land Illustrated,"  says  :  "  Once  the  Observator}^  came 
near  being  christened  —  or  stigmatized  —  as  '  The 
Brown  Tower.'  This  was  very  soon  after  Salma- 
gundi appeared,  when  some  of  our  young  wits  took 
the  contagion,  and  Ave  had  a  series  of  pleasant 
papers  l)y  Charles  Atherton,  AVilliam  Crabtree, 
Charles  S.  Daveis  and  William  B.  Sewall,  after 
the  Salmagundi  type,  in  which  the  Observatory 
became  a  '  Bi'own  Tower,'  suggested,  perhaps,  by 
Mrs.  Radclille's  Mysteries  of  Udolpho,  or  Walpole's 
Castle  of  Otranto,  then  in  their  glory."  The  Observ- 
atory lias  always  been  kept  l)v  the  Moody  family. 

^■***  John  Logan,  an  English  divine,  was  born  at 
Fala,  county  of  Mid  Lothian,  in  1748,  and  died  in 
1788,  aged  40  years,  lie  printed  as  his  own,  with 
a  few  slight  alterations,  several  delightful  hymns, 
and  the  beautiful  Ode  to  the  Cuckoo  — 

"Hail,  ))C'iiutc'ous  stranger  of  tlie  grove  ! 
Attoiulant  on  the  spring  ! 
Now  Heaven  repairs  thy  rural  seat, 
And  woods  thy  welcome  sing"  — 

written  by  Michael  Bruce,  a  3'oung  friend  of  his, 
who  died  at  the  earl3-  age  of  21  years,  and  whose 
papers  were  confided  lo  J\Ir.  Logan,  to  prepare  a 
INIemoir  of  the  deceased.  To  this  day  the  poems  of 
Mr.  Bruce  are  credited  to  Mr.  Logan  in  many  of  our 


NOTES.  441 

works  of  selected  poetry,  and  also  in  our  song-books 
for  the  sanctuary. 

2^»  In  the  Congrcgationalist  of  March  2G,  1874, 
there  is  an  article  — ''  A  Bad  Case  of  Plagiarism  "  — 
in  which  it  is  shown  that  Rev.  J.  D.  Fulton,  in  his 
work,  "  Woman  as  God  has  made  Her,"  copies,  as 
his  own,  quite  extensivelj'  from  Mrs.  Ossoli's  "  AYo- 
men  in  the  Nineteenth  Century."  In  some  instances 
given,  whole  sentences  are  copied,  without  the  least 
allusion  to  the  writer  from  whose  book  the}-  were 
taken. 

^^  Oliver  Knight  was  born  in  Falmouth,  Me., 
in  1772,  and  died  in  August,  1849,  aged  77  years. 
In  the  early  abolition  movement  he  was  a  strong 
friend  to  the  slave,  and  a  hater  of  oppression. 
When  quite  a  3'oung  man  we  accompanied  him  to 
Brunswick,  where  an  Anti-Slavery  Convention  was 
held,  and  remember  distinctly  the  interest  he  evinced 
in  the  cause.  lie  was  a  kind.  Christian  man  —  a 
beloved  friend  —  and  we  are  always  pleased  to 
honor  his  memory. 

^^  Erastus  Hayes  was  born  in  Limerick,  ]\Ie., 
in  February,  1800.  In  early  life  he  removed  to 
Kennebunkport,  where  he  married.  Soon  after  he 
went  to  Portland,  and  was  in  the  hardware  business 
for  about  twelve  3ears.  While  in  this  cit}^  he  united 
with  the  Third  Church,  July  1,  1827,  then  under  the 
charge  of  Kev.  Charles  Jenkins.  He  removed  from 
Portland  to  Biddeford,  and  for  several  years  was 
Cashier  of  the  Lacouia  Mills  Corporation.  lu  1.S50 
he  went  to  Springtield,  Mass.,  to  take  the  cashier- 
ship  of  the  Western  Railroad,  which  position  he  held 
until  his  death,  Avhicli  occurred  October  30,  1873, 
at  the  age  of  73.  For  twenty  3-ears  Mr.  Hayes 
was  Deacon  of  the  South  Con<ire<i:iti(jiial  Cluuvli  in 
Springfield.  There  was  not  a  blemish  observable  in 
his  chnracter.  In  his  responsible  position,  as  cashier 
for  a  large  corporation,  where  hundreds  of  thousands 
of  dollars  passed  through  his  hands,  there  was  not 


442  NOTES. 

the  slightest  inaccnrac}'  in  his  accounts.  At  the 
close  of  each  da}'  his  books  were  in  a  condition  to 
show  the  exact  amount  of  business  done.  So  much 
confidence  did  the  managers  of  tlie  road  place  in  ]Mr. 
Haj-es,  that  he  was  not  required  to  give  bonds  for 
the  faithful  discharge  of  his  duties. 

^-  The  Quaker  Meeting-IIouse  was  on  the  corner 
of  Federal  and  School  street,  Portland.  It  was  de- 
stroyed in  the  great  fire  of  1866.  Some  fifty  or  sixty 
years  ago,  it  was  well  attended  by  the  Friends,  who 
were  quite  numerous  in  Portland  and  vicinity.  Now 
they  have  dwindled  down  to  a  mere  handful. 

'^'■^  AViLLiAM  TuKEY  Hvcd  ou  Back  street,  at  the 
head  of  AVilmot  street.  He  learned  the  trade  of  a 
mason,  at  which  he  worked  till  incapacitated  by 
the  infirmities  of  age.  He  was  born  in  Falmouth, 
now  Portland,  December  21,  1765,  and  died  March 
19,  1858,  aged  92  years.  Daring  the  latter  portion 
of  his  life  the  venerable  man  might  be  seen  slowly 
walking  through  the  streets,  now  and  then  stopping 
to  converse  with  some  old  friend,  or  kindly  speaking 
to  a  little  child.  AVe  have  often  listened  to  hear 
him  tell  of  Falmouth  in  ancient  times,  and  of  the 
stirring  events  that  preceded  the  burning  of  the 
town  bj'  Mowatt,  October  18,  1775,  of  Avhich  event 
he  was  an  eye-witness. 

The  pump  was  opposite  his  house.  It  was  stand- 
ing the  last  time  we  were  in  Portland  —  twenty  odd 
years  since  —  and  was  used  by  all  the  neighbors. 
The  well  was  dug  nearl}-  a  century  and  a  half  ago. 
The  water  was  excellent. 

^'^  P2LEAZER  Gkeelev  livcd  on  the  corner  of  Con- 
gress and  I'earl  street,  nearh'  opposite  the  Centre 
School-house.  He  was  a  commission  merchant,  doing 
business  on  Long  Wharf.  Mr.  Greeley  died  in  De- 
cember, 1836,  aged  70  years. 

^  Mks.  Abbot,  a  widow,  lived  in  a  small  house 
on  Congress  street,  near  tlic  corner  of  School  street. 
She  died  some  thirty  years  ago. 


NOTES.  443 

^  George  McLellan  was  born  in  Cape  Elizabeth, 
Me.,  September  24,  1761  ;  removed  to  Portland,  and 
lived  on  Locust  street.  For  many  j-ears  he  was  a  sea 
captain,  and  sailed  out  of  that  port.  He  was  lost 
in  the  sloop  "William,  that  foundered  at  sea  in  April, 
1823.  His  age  was  54.  Nothing  was  ever  heard 
from  the  vessel  or  crew.  He  left  two  sons,  Charles 
W.,  who  resides  in  East  Boston,  Mass.,  George,  who 
has  ahva3-s  lived  in  Portland,  and  three  daughters. 

^^  Asa  Baker  was  born  in  Roxbury,  Mass.,  in 
1780.  He  removed  to  Portland,  and  lived  on  Cum- 
berland, near  Wilmot  street,  and  carried  on  the 
trucking  business.  The  boys  were  often  permitted 
to  ride  on  his  trucks,  when  in  the  morning  he  drove 
to  his  stand  on  JNIarket  sti-eet,  or  when  he  returned 
to  his  home  at  night.  Mr.  Baker  died  August  1, 
1826,  aged  46  years. 

^*  James  II.  Baker  was  born  in  Portland,  Jul}^  28, 
1809.  He  lived  on  Federal  street,  a  little  below  the 
Quaker  Church.  He  learned  the  printer's  trade  of 
General  Todd,  and  soon  after  his  majoritv  went 
into  mercantile  business.  For  many  j'cars  he  has 
been  one  of  the  Deacons  of  the  First  Parish  Church. 
Such  a  man  as  Mr.  Baker,  perhaps,  Alexander  Pope 
had  in  view  when  he  wrote 

"  An  honest  man's  the  noblest  work  of  God." 

^^  "William  Goold  was  born  in  Windham,  Me., 
April  lo,  1809.  When  a  boy  he  went  to  Portland 
to  learn  the  tailor's  trade  of  Mr.  Seth  Clark,  who 
had  recently  taken  a  lad  by  the  name  of  Turner,* 

*  Sidney  Turner  was  born  in  Portland,  July  9,  1810. 
While  lie  was  an  apprentice  he  united  with  the  Second 
Parish  Cluirch.  He  leU  it  to  be  his  duty  to  study  for  tlic 
ministry;  but  his  master  was  unwillinir  to  relinquish  his 
services,  and  lie  contimied  with  him  till  he  was  one  and 
twenty,  lie  then  entered  the  '^lu;()h)^ieal  Seminary  in 
Bangor,  where,  after  tliree  years  of  liard  study,  he  gradu- 
ated and  commenced  his  labors  us  a  preaclier.     After  sup- 


444  NOTES 


and  the  two  worked  together  till  their  majorit3% 
After  Mr.  Goold  had  served  his  apprenticeship,  he 
commenced  business  for  himself,  which  he  continued, 
with  the  exception  of  a  few  3'ears,  until  1861,  when 
he  returned  to  Windham,  and  now  occupies  the 
house  in  which  he  was  born,  which  was  raised  in 
October,  1775 — just  a  century  ago.  Mr.  Goold 
had  but  few  advantages  for  study  when  young  — 
such  only  as  the  district  school  in  the  country 
afforded  sixty  j^ears  since.  He  has  been  one  3'ear 
a  Member  of  the  House  of  Representatives,  and 
served  two  ^-ears  in  the  Senate  of  Maine. 

It  was  only  a  few  years  ago  that  Mr.  Goold  under- 
took any  literary  labors.  In  fact  he  commenced  to 
write  Avhen  the  majority  of  authors  liave  finished 
their  labors.  Feeling  an  interest  in  historical  mat- 
ters, he  has  prepared  a  number  of  articles  for  the 
public  press,  and  in  several  instances  written  a 
series  of  papers  which  evince  no  ordinar}-  research 
and  industry.  Among  them  are  a  liistor}^  of  the 
Portland  Rifle  Company  ;  history  of  the  Casco  En- 
gine Company  ;  and  a  history  of  Steam  Navigation 
in  Maine.  He  is  the  author  of  a  pamphlet,  '•'The 
IJurning  of  Falmouth,  by  Captain  Mowatt,  in  1775, 
and  another  on  the  "  Early  Paper-mills  of  New  Eng- 
land." Mr.  Goold  has  also  i)repared  a  document  of 
thirty  pages,  on  the  "  Old  Business  and  Business 
men  of  Portland,"  recently  printed.  He  has  been 
laboring  for  two  or  three  years  on  a  History  of 
Acadia  and  the  Acadians,  which  he  hopes  to  pub- 


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plying  various  pulpits,  lie  was  settled  in  Bingham,  ]\Ie., 
wiiore  he  was  a  devoted  Christian  ])astor.  In  August, 
l8.-)8,  we  spent  a  week  wUh  ^Ir.  Turner,  and  together  we 
visited  The  Forks  of  the  Kennebec,  Parlin  Pond,  and 
several  other  places.  AVe  never  had  a  more  pleasant  visit  ; 
being  the  guest  of  their  minister,  the  people  could  not  do 
too  mucli  for  our  comfort  and  i)leasure.  In  June,  1859, 
Mr.  Turner  died,  aged  49  years,  lacking  a  few  days.  The 
church  in  Bingham  lost  a  faithful  pastor  —  and  we,  a  de- 
voted, lifelong  friend. 


NOTES.  445 

lish  at  some  fiitiire  da}-.  Mr.  Goold  married  a 
(laughter  of  Mr.  Seth  Clark,*  the  gentleman  of 
whom  he  learned  his  trade. 

-"^George  Hamblin  was  born  in  Barnstable,  Mass., 
February  3,  1750,  and  when  a  child  removed  with  his 
[)arents  to  Gorham,  Me.  He  was  a  member  of  the 
Society  of  Friends.  The  venerable  form  of  Mr.  H. 
was  often  seen  with  his  chaise  in  the  streets  of  Port- 
land, where  he  had  a  daughter,  Mrs.  Susan  Gould, 
who  lived  on  AVilmot  street.  Mr.  Hamblin  died  in 
Gorham,  December  18,  1834,  aged  84  3'ears. 

^'  Caleb  Chase  was  born  in  Chester,  N.  H.,  Feb- 
ruary 4,  1783.  He  was  a  descendant  of  Aquila 
Chase,  a  mariner  of  Cornwall,  England,  who  was 
born  in  1G18,  emigrated  to  this  couutr}',  and  settled 
in  Hampton,  N.  II.,  in  1G40.  Mr.  Chase  graduated 
at  Dartmouth  College  in  1811,  and  taught  school 
in  several  places  ;  in  1820  he  was  invited  to  take 
charge  of  the  Central  School  in  Portland,  opposite 
the  Third  Parish  Church.  He  afterwards  went  into 
mercantile  business.  For  many  years  he  was  a 
member  of  Dr.  Dwight's  Church.  INIr.  Chase  was  a 
humble,  sincere  Christian,  whom  all  classes  respected. 
Through  life  he  loved  to  meet  and  converse  with  his 
former  pupils.  It  gave  him  nuich  pleasure  w'hen  he 
knew  they  turned  out  well  and  became  useful  and 
intluential  citizens.  We  have  spent  man}-  a  pleasant 
and  pi'olitable  hour  in  his  society-.  Mr.  Chase  died 
Sei)tember  20,  1850,  aged  G7  years.  An  extended 
notice  of  Mr.  C.  we  have  prepared,  which  at  some 
future  time  we   are  in  hopes  to  publish,   with    un 

*  Setii  Clark  was  born  in  \Villiam.sl)urg,  Mass.,  Janu- 
ary 14,  178;],  Icarne  I  the  trade  of  a  tailor,  and  removed  to 
Portland  in  1804.  For  a  great  many  years  lie  did  business 
on  E.vchange  street,  and  kepi  one  of  tlie  nio.st  fashionable 
tailoring  establishments  of  the  olden  time,  lie  lived  on 
Locust  street,  and  raised  a  large  family.  Mr.  Clark  re- 
moved to  Hack  Cove,  now  Deering,  ia  1831,  where  he 
died  August  13,  1871,  aged  88  years. 


446  NOTES. 

account  of  his  school  in  Portland,  which  contained 
over  three  hundred  pupils.  In  the  course  of  fift}'- 
five  3'ears  nearly  two-thirds  of  the  scholars  have 
passed  awa}-. 

^^  George  W.  Light  was  born  in  Portland,  Janu- 
ar}'  21,  1809.  He  learned  the  trade  of  a  printer,  and 
in  early  life  removed  to  Boston,  where  he  published 
the  "Young  Mechanic,"  "The  Essa3-ist,"  and  the 
"  Young  Men's  Magazine."  He  united  with  the 
Salem  Street  Congregational  Church,  and  took  an  ac- 
tive interest  in  their  meetings.  He  was  on  tlie  .School 
Committee,  and  a  member  of  several  benevolent  and 
literary  societies.  In  1851  he  printed  a  small  vol- 
ume—  "Keep  Cool,  Go  Aliead,  and  a  few  other 
Poems"  —  which  was  favorably  received  by  the 
public.  Mr.  Light  was  a  man  of  considerable 
ability,  and  had  a  fine  literary  taste.  From  an 
intimate  acquaintance  with  him,  for  more  than  half 
a  century,  we  feel  justified  in  sa^-ing  that  a  more 
kind  and  generous  man  —  as  far  as  he  was  able  — 
it  would  be  difficult  to  find.  He  died  in  Somerville, 
January  27,  18G8,  aged  59  years ;  and  two  days 
after  we  attended  his  funeral  from  Dr.  Iluntinsftou's 
Church,  Boston. 

^*^  IcHABou  IIouNBURN,  or  "  Vicious  Ick,"  as  the 
people  called  him,  was  born  we  reall}'  do  not  know 
where  ;  but  the  same  neigliborhood  that  during  tlie 
last  ccntur}-  produced  a  Stephen  Burroughs  may, 
near  its  close,  liave  brought  forth  a  Hornburn.  He 
had  a  long  genealogical  record,  and  couhl  undoubt- 
edly trace  his  pedigree  through  Judas  Iscariot,  up 
to  a  certain  self-important  character  b}'  the  name  of 
Ilaman.  13o\vn  to  a  later  period  the  same  blood 
flowed  in  the  veins  of  the  avaricious  Jew,  of  whom 
Mr.  Shalcespcare  writes,  who  was  so  great  a  stickler 
for  the  "  pound  of  flesh."  Even  Mr.  Pope,  a  century 
later,  speaks  of  his  ancestor,  whose 

"  Ignoble  blood 
Has  crept  through  scoundrels  ever  since  the  flood." 


NOTES.  447 

The  same  characteristics  were  well  preserved  in 
the  family.  Hornburn  possessed  the  same  narrow 
soul,  had  the  same  affection  for  gold,  and  was  as 
sincerel}'  despised  in  the  commnnit3^  He  some- 
times had  money  to  let,  when  he  found  a  person 
sorely  pressed  for  a  small  amount ;  and  he  would, 
as  an  especial  favor,  accommodate  him  with  the  sum 
he  needed,  on  good  security  for  a  short  time,  at 
three  hundred  per  cent  interest,  which  was  very  low, 
he  would  remark,  considering  the  pressure  of  the 
market,  and  the  risk  he  had  taken.  A  widow  once 
occupied  one  of  his  houses.  On  a  bitter  cold  day  in 
winter  he  had  her  little  furniture  tipped  into  the 
street,  because  she  was  unable  to  pa^'  her  rent  the 
week  it  was  due.  He  once,  in  imitation  of  one  of 
his'  ancestors,  stole  the  coppers  from  a  dead  man's 
eyes.  He  made  his  child's  coffin,  and  dug  his  wife's 
grave,  to  save  the  expense  of  an  undertaker.  In  a 
flood  of  grief  he  gave  up  the  ghost,  because  by  mis- 
take he  dropped  a  sixpence  into  the  urn  of  charit}* 
in  lieu  of  a  tin  fourpence  half-penny,  an  abundance 
of  which  he  kept  on  hand  for  his  benevolent  opera- 
tions. None  mourned  his  departure  or  followed  him 
to  the  grave,  and  no  stone  marks  the  spot  where  his 
body  lies.     The  memory  of  the  wicked  shall  rot. 

^  Daniel  Butler  was  born  in  Hartford,  Conn.,, 
June  23,  1808  ;  graduated  at  Yale  College  in  1835, 
and  at  Andover  Seminar}'  in  1838.     He  is  an  effi- 
cient agent  of  the  American  Bible  Society,   with 
which  he  has  been  connected  more  than  thirty  years. 

'^^''  IxCREASE  N.  Tarbox  was  born  in  P^ast  Wind- 
sor, Conn.,  February  11,  1815;  graduated  at  Yale 
College  in  1839,  and  at  New  Haven  Seminary  in 
1844.  The  same  year  he  was  settled  in  Framing- 
ham,  Mass.  In  1851,  he  was  appointed  Secretary 
of  the  American  Education  Sociel}',  which  position 
he  still  holds.  A  diligent  laborer,  and  a  sincere, 
huinl)lc  Christian,  Mr.  T.  has  proved  a  valuable 
officer,  and   has   exerted   a  wide   influence   for  re- 


448  NOTES. 

ligious  culture  and  the  thorough  training  of  the 
mental  faculties.  He  has  written  largely  for  the 
public  press,  both  in  prose  and  poetrj',  and  is  now 
one  of  the  able  editors  of  the  Congregational  Quar- 
terl}'.  In  1871  Mr.  Tarbox  received  the  honorary 
degree  of  D.  D.  from  both  Yale  and  Iowa  Colleges. 
^  JoTHAM  Sewall  was  born  in  York,  Me.,  Janu- 
ary 1, 1760.  He  learned  the  trade  of  a  brick-maker  ; 
but  in  earl}'  life,  feeling  interested  on  the  subject  of 
religion,  and  possessing  excellent  natural  talents,  he 
became  a  minister  of  the  gospel,  and  for  more  than 
sixty  years  travelled  over  the  hills  and  valle^-s  of 
Maine,  delivering  to  listening  multitudes  the  mes- 
sages of  the  Bible.  In  1825,  he  was  preacher  to  sea- 
men, in  Portland  ;  and  here  is  where  we  became  ac- 
quainted Avith  the  faithful  servant  of  God,  and  learned 
to  love  him.  When  we  grew  up,  we  often  came  in 
contact  with  the  good  old  gentleman,  and  had  many 
pleasant  interviews.  For  several  years  he  was  set- 
tled in  Chesterville,  Me.  Mr.  Sewall  died  October 
3,  1850,  aged  nearly  91  years.  He  held  a  Sabbath 
service  a  short  time  before  his  death.  During  his 
life  he  preached  14,000  sermons,  and  was  the  instru- 
ment of  bringing  multitudes  to  a  knowledge  of  the 

CJ  CD  O 

truth.  In  his  preaching,  Mr.  Sewall  was  kind  and 
persuasive,  and  often  illustrated  his  subject  with 
anecdotes,  of  which  he  had  a  large  fund.  He  was 
not  harsh  and  denunciatory  ;  hence  the  pleasure  the 
common  classes  took  in  hearing  him  preach,  and  the 
salutai'3'  effects  of  his  labors.  A  man  once  heard 
liim,  who  was  strongly  opposed  to  his  doctrinal 
views,  and  he  highly  })raiscd  his  discourse.  "  How 
does  this  happen?"  a  friend  inquired.  "Mr.  Sewall 
preaches  sentiments  which  3'ou  profess  to  hate."  "  I 
am  awai'e  of  it,"  was  his  replj- ;  "  but  I  am  willing  he 
should  send  me  to  hell,  if  he  only  appears  to  be  soriy 
for  it." 

Mr.  Sewall  wrote  a  small  work  on  baptism,  and  a 
short  poem  on  tobacco.     Through  his  long  life  he 


NOTES.  449 

vrtxs  a  strict!}'  temperate  man,  and  an  ardent  opposer 
to  the  use  of  strong  drinks  and  stronger  tobacco. 
His  simple  habits  enabled  him  to  endure  much 
fatigue,  and  made  him  capable  of  bearing  up  under 
difficulties  that  would  at  once  sink  a  flims}',  narcotic- 
loving  divine.  A  valuable  and  interesting  Life  of 
Mr.  Sewall,  written  by  his  son,  was  published  in 
1853. 

^  George  Pdnciiard  was  born  in  Salem,  Mass., 
June  7,  1806  ;  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College  in 
1826,  and  at  the  Andover  Theological  Seminary 
in  1829.  lie  was  settled  over  the  Congregational 
Church  in  Plj-mouth,  N.  H;,  in  1830,  and  dismissed 
in  1844,  when  he  took  charge  of  the  editorial  depart- 
ment of  the  Boston  Traveller,  where  he  remained  till 
1857.  He  was  connected  with  the  Tract  House  in 
Boston  several  years.  Mr.  Punchard  is  the  author 
of  a  "  View  of  Congregationalism,"  and  a  "  History 
of  Congregationalism,"  in  three  volumes.  He  resides 
in  Boston,  and  is  at  work  on  a  new  edition  of  his 
"  History,"  which  he  has  nearly  completed. 

-•^  Edward  F.  Cutter,  son  of  the  late  Hon.  Levi 
Cutter,  was  born  in  Portland,  January  20,  1810, 
graduated  at  Bowdoin  College  in  1828,  and  at  An- 
dover Seminar}'  in  1831.  Among  his  classmates  in 
Andover  were  Professor  Park  and  President  Stearns. 
Mr,  C.  was  ordained  in  Warren,  Me.,  May  8,  1833, 
and  resigned  his  pastorate  in  1840  ;  installed  at  Bel- 
fast, Me.,  September  22,  1846,  and  resigned  in  1855. 
In  1856  Mr.  Cutter  edited  the  Cln-isti;in  JMirror.  In 
1857  and  1858  he  preached  in  Beardstown,  Illinois, 
and  in  Rockland,  INIe.,  from  October,  1863,  to  June, 
1872.  He  now  resides  in  Belfast,  Me.,  occasionally 
preaching  and  writing  for  various  i)eriodicals.  Mr. 
C.  is  the  author  of  several  books,  and  a  munber  of  his 
sermons  have  been  published  ;  one  before  the  ]\Iaine 
Missionary  Society,  and  one  on  the  death  of  Presi- 
dent Lincoln,  delivered  at  Rockland.  In  early  life 
he  contributed  many  articles  to  the  Sabbath  School 
29 


450  NOTES 


Instructor.  The  honorary  clegi-ee  of  D.  D.  was  con- 
ferred on  Mr.  C.  bv  Bowdoin  College  in  1871. 

^^^  Phillips  Brooks  was  born  in  Boston,  December 
13,  1834  —  his  father,  the  son  of  Cotton  B.  Brooks, 
liaving  renioved  from  Porthmd,  his  native  place,  a 
few  years  before,  to  engage  in  the  hardware  business 
with  his  brother,  in  Dock  Square.  Phillips  gradu- 
ated at  IlarA'ard  College  in  1855  —  studied  theology, 
and  is  now  settled  in  Boston  as  rector  of  Trinity 
Church.  He  is  one  of  the  most  talented  preachers 
of  the  da^'.  He  brings  forth  something  fresh  and 
original  in  his  discourses,  and  is  listened  to  atten- 
tively b^'  large  congregations,  who  appreciate  his 
services.  A  tall,  well-built  man,  Mr.  Brooks  makes 
a  noble  appearance  in  the  pulpit. 

270  Pj^xer  C.  Brooks  was  an  eminentl}'  wealth}'' 
Boston  merchant.  He  was  born  in  North  Yar- 
mouth, Me.,  January-  G,  17G7,  and  died  in  Medford, 
Mass.,  January  1,  1849,  aged  82  years. 

^'^  William  H.  Hill  Avas  born  in  Portsmouth, 
N.  IL,  July  20,  1814.  In  early  youth  he  went  to 
Dover,  to  serve  as  clerk  in  a  bookstore.  He  subse- 
quently removed  to  Boston,  and  was  for  many  j-ears 
connected  with  the  book-trade.  He  was  successful 
in  business,  and  acquired  a  handsome  property.  Mr. 
Hill  is  a  social,  genial  man,  and  takes  pleasure  in 
assisting  the  really  deserving.  He  was  born  poor, 
and  therefore  has  a  S3'mpath3'  with  those  who  are 
struggling  to  succeed. 

When  Mr.  Hill  was  a  bo}',  the  great  event  of  his 
family  was  the  purchase  of  a  house  for  $1200  —  one 
hundred  dollars  to  be  paid  down,  the  balance  on  in- 
terest for  a  term  of  years.  The  day  fixed  for  the 
payment  of  the  hundred  dollars  was  looked  forward 
to  with  a  great  deal  of  solicitude.  The  amount  had 
been  carefully  collected  in  fourpences,  ninepenccs, 
pistareens,  quarters,  halves  and  silver  dollars,  with 
a  few  small  bills.  The  gentlemen  arrived  to  count 
the  money  and  give  the  deed.     Before  commencing 


NOTES.  451 

operations,  as  was  usual  in  New  England  villages 
fiftj-  or  sixty  j-ears  ago,  on  occasions  so  important, 
the}'  partook  of  the  social  glass,  which  had  been 
placed  before  them.  With  due  solemnit}^  the  mone}' 
was  counted,  and  after  examining  the  smooth  coins 
pretty  closely,  to  see  if  they  would  pass  current,  the 
amount  was  pronounced  correct,  and  the  document 
delivered.  Once  more  emptying  their  glasses,  the 
gentlemen  left,  leaving  the  little  family  happy  with 
the  thought  of  entering  a  house  which  was  hence- 
forth to  be  their  own.  That  hundred  dollars,  col- 
lected so  carefull}'  in  little  sums,  and  so  sacredly 
preserved,  was  in  the  e^-es  of  young  Hill  a  larger 
amount  than  the  hundreds  of  thousands  which  have 
since  passed  tlirough  his  hands.  He  loves  to  recur 
to  it,  and  bring  back  to  his  mature  3'ears  the  happy 
moments  of  his  childhood,  and  live  over  again  the 
jo^'fiil  occasion. 

Wlien  Mr.  Hill  started  in  business  in  Boston,  he 
had  but  little  capital,  and  often  found  it  difficult  to 
meet  his  just  demands.  He  was  obliged  to  pay  for 
most  of  his  goods  when  he  purchased.  However, 
by  dint  of  industry  and  perseverance,  he  gradually 
succeeded.  Finding  that  he  had  a  surplus  of  two 
thousand  dollars  on  hand,  he  felt  a  strong  inclina- 
tion to  purchase  the  store  he  occupied  on  Cornhill, 
for  which  the  owner's  price  was  seven  thousand  dol- 
lars. He  made  arrangements  with  a  broker  to  obtain 
the  five  thousand  dollars  he  needed,  l)y  agreoiug  to 
pa3'  him  one  hundred  dollars  for  the  accommodation, 
and  to  give  him  a  mortgage  on  the  property.  Just 
one  hour  before  tlie  time  arrived,  when  the  bargain 
for  the  store  was  to  be  consummated,  Mr.  Hill  re- 
ceived a  note  from  the  broker,  iiifoniiiug  him  that  he 
could  not  have  the  live  thousand  dollars,  unless  he 
paid  him  two  hundred  dollars  for  his  services,  in- 
stead of  the  one  hundred  agreed  ui)on.  Now  what 
could  Mr.  Hill  do?  He  had  not  a  dollar  to  spare, 
and  he  expected  to  see  the  owner  in  one  hour.     Mr. 


452  NOTES. 

Ilill  called  upon  Mr.  Otis  Daniell,  of  the  firm  of 
Grant  and  Daniell,  with  whom  he  had  traded  more 
or  less  for  two  or  three  years,  told  him  of  his  in- 
tended purchase,  and  the  arrangement  he  had  made 
with  the  broker,  and  showed  him  the  letter  he  had 
just  received  from  him. 

Mr.  Daniell  read  the  note  carefully  and  thought- 
fully—  cast  his  eye  once  or  twice  at  Mr.  Hill,  but 
said  not  a  word.  He  went  to  his  desk,  wrote  a  few 
minutes,  and  handed  Mr.  Hill  a  check  for  five  thou- 
sand dollars,  telling  him  to  make  the  purchase  and 
he  would  see  him  again.  The  store  was  bought  — 
proved  to  be  good  property,  and  is  owned  to-da}'  b}' 
Mr.  Hill.  When  he  next  saw  Mr.  Daniell  he  in- 
formed Mr.  H.  that  he  could  paj-  the  money  he 
advanced  at  his  own  convenience,  with  the  common 
rate  of  interest. 

This  accommodation  was  a  great  thing  for  Mr. 
Hill,  and  he  never  forgot  the  generous  act  while  Mr. 
Daniell  lived,  and  since  his  death  he  often  repeats  it, 
to  his  credit  and  honor. 

Mr.  Hill  is  now  one  of  the  Directors  of  the  First 
National  Bank.  He  really  loves  to  do  "  a  good- 
natured  thing"  for  an  acquaintance  or  friend.  We 
have  known  him  to  hire  money  of  a  poor  widow,  and 
pay  her  twelve  per  cent  interest,  just  for  the  pleasure 
of  assisting  her  and  making  her  hapi>y,  Avhen  he  could 
get  all  the  monc}'  he  wanted  for  half  that  rate  of  in- 
terest. Many  a  man  has  he  assisted  in  a  generous 
way,  and  lifted  him  from  embarrassment  and  failure. 
May  Heaven  bless  him,  and  long  continue  his  usefnl 
life. 

^'-  RuFUS  Anderson  was  born  in  North  Yarmouth, 
Me.,  August  17,  179G  ;  graduated  at  Bowdoin  Col- 
lege in  1«18,  and  at  the  Andover  Theological  Senu- 
nary  in  1822.  His  connection  with  the  American 
Board  of  Commissioners  for  Foreign  Missions  imme- 
diately commenced,  and  has  continued  to  the  present 
time  (187c)),  a  period  of  fifty-three  years.     Mr.  An- 


NOTES.  453 

derson  was  assistant  in  tlie  Office  of  Correspondence 
from  1822  until  1824  ;  was  Assistant  Corresponding 
Secretary  from  1824  until  1832  ;  was  made  a  cor- 
porate member  of  the  Board  in  1832  ;  was  Foreign 
Corresponding  Secretary  from  1S32  until  1866,  when 
lie  resigned,  and  has  been  a  member  of  the  Pruden- 
tial Committee  to  the  present  time. 

The  works  of  Mr.  Anderson  are,  "  Memoir  of  Isaac 
Parsons,"  1819  ;  "  Memoir  of  Catharine  Brown,  a 
Christian  Indian  of  the  Cherokee  Nation,"  1824  ; 
"  Memoir  of  John  Arch,  a  Cherokee  Indian  ;  "  "  The 
Peloponnesus  and  Greek  Islands,"  1829;  "Reports 
and  Letters  connected  with  the  Deputation  to  India, 
1854  and  1855  ; "  ''  Foreign  Missions  :  their  Rela- 
tions and  Claims  ;  "  "  Memorial  Vohmie,"  1860,  and 
Histories  of  the  Missions  of  the  American  Board  : 
India,  IlaAvaiiau  Islands,  and  Oriental  Churches,  in 
two  volumes. 

The  honorary  degree  of  D.  D.  was  conferred  on 
Mr.  Anderson  bv  Dartmouth  College  in  183G,  and 
that  of  LL.  D.  by  Bowdoin  College  in  1868.  Al- 
though in  his  eightieth  year,  Mr.  A.  is  still  actively 
engaged  in  the  cause  of  missions.  His  voice  and 
his  pen  are  never  idle.  lie  is  a  genial.  Christian 
gentleman,  whom  all  respect  and  love,  and  in  Avhose 
company  it  is  a  pleasure  and  an  honor  to  be  found. 
Tliat  Heaven  may  long  continue  his  valuable  ami 
useful  life  is  the  prayer  of  ten  thousand  Christian 
hearts. 

^'^  Rl'fus  Tukey  was  born  in  Portland,  July  11, 
1810.  He  learned  the  trade  of  a  printer,  which  busi- 
ness he  followed  as  long  as  he  was  al)le  to  labor. 
Eight  or  ten  years  ago  lie  left  his  native  city,  and 
became  a  resident  of  Boston.  In  October,  1874,  on 
account  of  the  delicate  health  of  his  eldest  son,  he 
removed  to  I\linneapolis,  Minnesota,  where  he  died 
l)eaccfully  and  calmly,  December  1st,  a  few  weeks 
after  his  arrival.  His  age  was  04.  His  son  soon 
followed  him. 


454  NOTES. 

Mr.  Take}'  possessed  man_y  excellent  traits  of  char- 
acter ;  he  was  sincere,  social,  benevolent.  Alwa^'S 
I'eady  to  assist  a  friend,  as  far  as  he  was  able,  or  to 
administer  to  the  wants  of  the  distressed,  he  gained 
the  love  and  esteem  of  all  with  whom  he  associated. 
He  was  a  professed  follower  of  Christ,  and  trusted  in 
him  to  the  last.  Religion  was  his  support  in  his  day 
of  trial  and  in  the  hour  of  death. 

Mr.  Tukey  had  a  fine  poetic  taste,  which,  if  he  had 
cultivated,  might  have  made  him  a  writer  of  no  mean 
fame.  Some  of  his  poems,  written  many  years  ago, 
which  he  preserved  and  sent  to  us  a  ver^*  short  time 
before  he  died,  evince  considerable  talent. 

The  following  lines,  "To  an  Intemperate  Hus- 
band," though  not  by  any  means  one  of  his  best 
effusions,  will  show  the  spirit  of  the  man,  and  what 
with  pains  and  perseverance  he  might  have  been 
capable  of :  — 

"  O  do  not  touch  the  tempting  glass, 
You  must  not  drink  it  up  — 
A  mortal  poison  hirks  within 
The  desolating  cup. 

Look,  Henry,  on  your  faded  cheek, 

Your  sunken,  glassy  eye  — 
They  warn  you  with  a  noiseless  voice 

That  you  must  turn  or  die. 

Why  will  you  trust  the  cruel  smiles 

Of  such  a  treacherous  foe  — 
Whilst  he  is  aiming  at  your  heart 

A  deep  and  deadly  hlow  ? 

You  know  tlie  (cars  I've  shed  for  you  ; 

And  must  I  weep  in  vain  ? 
Will  you  not  love  your  little  ones, 

Your  wife  and  home  again  ? 

You  need  not  fear  my  censure  now, 

I  will  not  name  the  past, 
But  always  meet  you  with  a  smile, 

And  love  you  to  the  last. 


NOTES.  455 

Should  others  greet  you  with  a  frown, 

Or  coldl}'^  pass  you  by, 
There  still  is  one  fond,  faithful  heart 

On  which  j'ou  may  rely. 

Our  little  babes  will  share  our  joy  — 

How  blessed  we  shall  be  ! 
O  Henry,  let  me  hear  you  say 

'  I  can  and  will  be  free  ! '  " 

We  drop  a  tear  to  the  memory  of  our  friend.  He 
was  our  pla3'mate  in  childhood ;  our  companion  in 
riper  3'ears  ;  and  the  last  letter  he  wrote  —  a  few 
3'ears  before  his  death  —  was  addressed  to  us,  breath- 
ing sentiments  of  Christian  love  and  sincere  affection. 

^*  William  H.  Np:al  was  born  in  FortLand,  Sep- 
tember 7,  1815,  and  now  resides  in  Saccarappa,  Me. 
At  an  earl}^  age,  being  left  an  orphan,  he  struggled 
long  with  poverty  and  affliction,  but  succeeded  at 
last  in  establishing  himself  in  business.  Not  being 
successful,  he  was  obliged  to  yield  to  the  pressure  of 
the  times,  greatl}'  embarrassed.  He  was  reluctantly 
obliged  to  settle  with  his  creditors  b^'  paying  them 
fifty  cents  on  a  dollar  —  taking  a  legal  discliarge 
from  all  his  liabilities.  Not  disheartened,  with  the 
integrity  of  a  noble  nature,  and  with  a  firm  trust  in 
Providence,  he  started  in  business  again,  and  pros- 
pered. As  soon  as  he  had  accunuilated  sufficient 
means,  he  paid  his  old  creditors  the  full  amount  of 
their  dues.  Mr.  Neal  continued  to  be  successful  in 
business.  A  short  time  since  he  called  his  creditors 
together  —  all  of  whom  were  living  —  and  paid  them 
thirteen  years'  interest.  An  example  like  this  is 
worthy  of  all  imitation,  and  we  are  delighted  to 
publish  it  abroad.  Such  a  man  is  one  of  God's 
jewels,  erelong  to  be  transplanted,  and  set  in  a 
heavenly  crown. 

^"  Cyuus  Stuuuivant  was  born  in  Cumberland, 
Maine,  September  4,  1817.  For  man}'  years  he  was 
master  of  one  of  the  steamboats  that  ply  between 
Portland  and  Boston.     Feeling  deeply  interested  in 


456  NOTES. 

the  temperance  cause,  he  has  devoted  a  large  por- 
tion of  his  time  of  late  in  addressing  public  assem- 
blies on  the  subject,  and  visiting  the  victims  of 
intemperance  —  endeavoring  to  persuade  them  to 
relinquish  their  ruinous  habits.  In  this  way  he  has 
saved  many  a  man  from  ruin,  and  caused  afflicted 
families  to  rejoice  in  hope,  and  sing  aloud  for  joy. 

^^  Stephen  Patten  was  born  in  Amesbmy,  Mass., 
Maj^  15, 17G5  ;  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College,  and 
went  to  Portland  to  reside  in  1793.  For  many  j-ears 
he  was  master  of  the  public  school  on  Back  street. 
He  taught  on  the  lower  flooi',  while  Dr.  Pa3-son  kept 
the  Academy  above.  Previous  to  his  going  to  Port- 
land, he  taught  a  school  in  Boston.  Mr.  Patten 
related  to  us  the  following  anecdote,  which  we  copy 
from  our  journal  of  1840  :  While  Mr.  P.  was  teach- 
ing in  Boston  he  had  an  assistant  —  a  tall,  gawky 
fellow  —  who  understood  the  Latin  language  much 
better  than  he  did  human  nature.  When  school 
was  dismissed  one  da}',  he  remarked  to  Mr.  P., 
"Are  you  sensible  how  severely  3'ou  ferule  your 
scholars?  It  appears  to  me  that  you  strike  them 
harder  than  j-ou  are  aware  of."  "  I  adapt  the  pun- 
ishment to  the  offence,"  said  Mr.  P.  "  Still  1  do  not 
think  3'ou  realize  how  hard  you  strike  them,"  said 
the  assistant :  "  Suppose  we  try  the  rule  upon  our 
own  hands  ! "  To  this  Mr.  P.  agreed,  and  holding 
out  his  hand,  the  assistant  struck  it  as  hard  as 
he  thought  proper.  "Now,  hold  out  your  hand," 
said  INIr,  Patten,  and  with  considerable  strength  he 
brought  down  the  ferule  upon  the  hand  of  his  assist- 
ant, who  roared  with  pain,  while  Mr.  P.  dropped 
the  instrument,  and  left  the  school  with  all  possible 
haste.  It  was  some  time  before  he  could  get  the 
assistant  reconciled.  But  he  never  again  mentioned 
to  him  the  subject  of  punishment. 

Mr.  Patten  was  Town  Clerk  in  Portland  for  many 
years.  He  afterwards  kept  a  bookstore  on  Fish 
btreet  —  taking  the  stand  formerly  occupied  by  Isaac 


NOTES.  .  457 

Adams.  Mr.  P.  informed  us  that  he  bought  the  first 
pound  of  rags  sold  in  Maine,  for  the  manufacture  of 
paper.  He  also  kci)t  a  circulating  library,  the  first 
one  opened  in  the  fState. 

We  have  a  list  of  ^Ir.  Patten's  pupils,  when  he 
taught  the  public  school  in  Portland,  between  the 
years  1S04  and  1807,  wliich  Mr.  P.  gave  to  us.  The 
list  numbers  102,  and  the  following  only  are  now 
(187o)  living :  Lemuel  Bryant,  Nathaniel  Deering, 
Jeremiah  Hacker,  John  Musse}-,  Charles  Mussey, 
John  Ncal,  Charles  Rogers,  John  T.  AValtou. 

For  several  years  Mr.  Patten  boarded  in  the  same 
family  with  Dr.  Pa^-son,  and  our  old  friend,  the  late 
Hon.  James  Savage  *  of  Boston.  The  latter  has 
often  mentioned  to  us  the  social  and  interesting  sea- 
sons they  passed  together  ;  the  three  being  educated 
men. 

In  all  the  relations  of  life,  Mr.  Patten  discharged 
faithfully  and  conscientiously  his  duties.  He  was 
a  kind  husband  and  father,  and  a  sincere  and  faith- 
ful friend,  as  we  can  testify  from  personal  experi- 
ence. AVe  have  several  letters,  written  to  us  when 
Mr.  Patten  was  nearly  ninety  years  of  age.  He 
died  in  Portland,  February  IG,  1855,  aged  89  years 
and  nine  mouths. 

^^  Bezalkel  Cushman  was  born  in  Hebron,  Me., 
September  li,  1785  —  his  father  being  one  of  the 

*  James  Savage  was  l)orn  in  Boston,  July  13,  1784,  and 
graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1803.  He  studied  law, 
and  lor  several  j'ears  resided  in  Portland,  lie  was  a  Rep- 
resentative and  a  Senator  to  the  General  Court,  and  de- 
livered the  Fourth  of  July  Oration  before  the  citi/cns  of 
Boston  in  1811.  lie  edited  Winthrop's  IS'ew  Eni;hin(l,  in 
two  volumes,  and  pidjlished  a  Uenealogieal  Dietionary  of 
the  first  settlers  in  IN'ew  England,  in  four  volumes.  He  was 
nineteen  years  Treasurer  of  the  Massaehusetls  Jlistorieal 
Society.  Mr.  Savage  was  a  very  cDinpanionahlc,  genial 
man,  of  much  information,  and  always  icady  to  communi- 
cate, and  assist  a  friend  in  tiie  aecjuisition  of  kuowledgc. 
He  died  March  8,  1873,  aged  «y  years. 


458  NOTES. 

first  settlers  of  the  town.  Naturally  studious,  at 
the  age  of  sixteen  he  commenced  teaching  school. 
He  entered  Dartmouth  College,  and  graduated  in 
1811,  supporting  himself  b}'  teaching  during  his  va- 
cations. In  1815  he  went  to  Portland  to  take  charge 
of  the  Acadeni}',  where  he  continued  in  the  faithful 
performance  of  his  dut}'  for  a  period  of  twenty-six 
years.  In  1841  he  relinquished  his  duties  as  teacher, 
and  his  friends  procured  for  him  the  office  of  Sur- 
ve^or  of  the  Port  of  Portland.  For  about  ten  j-ears 
he  held  this  position.  He  was  afterwards  Clerk  of 
the  Atlantic  and  St.  Lawrence  Railroad  Company. 

For  a  long  period  Mr.  Cushman  was  one  of  the 
Deacons  of  the  first  Church  in  Portland.  He  was 
exemplary,  conscientious,  and  an  excellent  neighbor 
and  citizen.  He  died  June  21,  1857,  aged  71  years 
and  nine  months. 

^^  Royal  Gurley  was  born  in  1776.  For  many 
years  he  Avas  a  faithful  instructor  of  the  young  in 
Portland.  He  taught  the  public  school  on  Back 
street,  near  the  head  of  King  street.  Mr.  Gurley 
died  in  Portland,  August,  1824,  aged  48  years. 

^^  William  B.  Sewall  was  born  in  York,  Me., 
December  18,  1782,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  Col- 
lege in  1803.  Among  his  classmates  were  the  late 
Hon.  James  Savage,  of  Boston,  and  the  devoted 
Pa^'son,  of  Portland.  lie  studied  law  Avith  Judge 
Parker,  of  Portland,  but  having  little  taste  for  his 
profession  he  did  not  practise  long.  In  1823  he 
took  charge  of  the  Portland  Advertiser,  which  for 
several  ^'cars  he  edited  with  ability.  In  1837  he 
removed  to  Kcnnebunk,  where  he  died  March  4, 
1869,  aged  86  years. 

For  many  years  Mr.  Sewall  had  been  a  member 
of  the  Orthodox  Church,  and  Avas  a  devout,  sincere 
Christian.  In  his  Avill  he  left  a  large  portion  of  his 
estate  to  the  Maine  Missionary  Society  and  other 
bencA^olent  institutions,  Avhich  are  noAV  reaping  the 
benefits  of  his  liberality. 


NOTES.  459 

T 

^  WiLLiA3i  WiTHiNGTON  for  many  years  resided 
in  Portland.  He  had  a  remarkable  facility  for 
rhj'ming,  and  improved  his  talent  on  almost  every 
public  occasion.  We  have  before  us  a  dozen  or  two 
of  his  ditties,  which  we  bought  of  our  genial  friend 
as  he  issued  them,  and  which  we  preserve  as  me- 
mentos of  the  past ;  from  one  of  which,  on  the  sub- 
ject of  temperance,  we  take  the  following  stanzas  :  — 

' '  We've  had  a  curse  long  time  on  us, 
In  these  United  States, 
And  money  spent  for  liquor  would 
Pay  more  thau  all  our  rates. 

Yet  men  will  drink,  and  never  think 

Their  money  spent  in  vain. 
Until  they  come  to  hnd  that  rum 

Has  swept  off  all  their  gain." 

In  1855  we  find  Mr.  W.  in  Lawrence,  Mass., 
where  he  issued  a  paper  —  a  copy  of  which  is  before 
us  —  bearing  the  following  title  :  "  Lawrence  Blaz- 
ing Star  and  Pictorial  Battle  Axe  ;  published  semi- 
occasionally  hy  William  Withington."  IIow  many 
numbers  he  issued,  we  have  no  means  of  ascer- 
taining. 

•  Mr.  Withington  was  an  honest,  well-meaning  gen- 
tleman, and  found  friends  among  all  classes  —  even 
among  his  opponents  in  politics  —  who  readily  pur- 
chased his  rh^-ming  thoughts.  He  died  in  Portland, 
October  15,  1802,  aged  77  ^-ears. 

^'  Ebenezeu  Webster  was  born  in  Ipswich,  Mass., 
in  1777.  He  learned  the  liatter's  trade,  and  soon 
after  he  was  free  went  to  Portland,  and  in  conipau}' 
with  Moses  Gould,  under  the  firm  of  Gould  and 
Webster,  opened  a  hat  store  on  the  corner  of  Fish 
and  Fore  street.  He  finall}'  sold  out  to  Mr.  Gould, 
wlio  continued  the  J)usiness  till  his  death,  which 
occurred  November  22,  1831),  at  the  age  of  G2  years. 
Under  Van  liuren's  Administration  ^Ir.  Webster  was 
appointed  a  Custom  House  ollicer,  which  induced  our 


460  NOTES. 

I 

friend  Withington  to  print  some  verses  on  tlie  occa- 
sion—  for  which,  as  usual,  he  found  a  ready  sale. 
A  few  years  later,  Mr.  AYebster  removed  to  Provi- 
dence, R.  I.,  where  his  two  sons  resided,  and  died 
there  in  December,  1841,  aged  G-l  3'ears.  Mr.  Web- 
ster was  supported  in  his  last  hours  by  the  Christian 
religion,  which  he  had  long  professed.  His  sons, 
William  and  Henry,  have  since  followed  him  to  the 
grave. 

-^-  Charles  S.  Daveis  was  born  in  Portland,  May 
10,  1788  ;  graduated  at  Bowdoin  College  in  1807. 
At  commencement  he  delivered  a  poem  and"  a  vale- 
dictory oration.  He  studied  law  in  the  office  of 
Judge  Emer}',  and  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  1810. 
In  1813  Mr.  Daveis  delivered  an  Address  before  the 
Portland  Benevolent  Society.  In  1825  he  gave  the 
citizens  of  Fryeburg,  Maine,  an  historical  discourse 
on  the  one  hundredth  anniversary  of  Lovell's  battle 
with  the  Indians  in  that  town.  In  182G,  he  delivered 
in  Portland  an  oration  on  the  death  of  Presidents 
Adams  and  Jefferson,  wlio  died  July  fourth  of  that 
year.  The  last  two  addresses  were  printed.  He 
also  prepared  an  account  of  Governor  Oilman,  of 
New  Hampshire  —  whose  daughter  he  married  — 
which  was  published  in  the  transactions  of  the  His- 
torical Society  of  that  State.  The  article  on  the 
Society  of  Cincinnati,  contained  in  the  American 
C3-clopedia,  Avas  written  b}'  him.  In  1844  Mr. 
Daveis  received  from  Bowdoin  College  the  hon- 
orarj'^  degree  of  Doctor  of  Laws.  The  private  life 
of  INIr.  Daveis  was  most  exemplary  and  Christian. 
He  died  March  29, 18G5,  with  the  hope  of  a  glorious 
innnortalit}'.     His  age  was  77  years. 

^  Marquis  de  Lafayette  was  born  at  Chavag- 
niac,  in  tJie  province  of  Auvergno,  France,  Septem- 
ber 6,  1757,  and  died  May  20,  1834,  aged  70  3'ears. 
Fired  with  the  spirit  of  liberty-,  at  the  early  age  of 
nineteen  he  secretly  left  his  countr}-,  embarked  on 
the  ocean,  and  came  to  America  to  render  his  ser- 


NOTES.  461 

vices  in  our  struggle  for  freedom.  He  was  favor- 
ably received  by  General  Washington,  and  made 
Commander-in-Chief  of  the  Northern  Army.  After 
doins:  good  service  for  our  countrv,  at  the  close  of 
the  Revolution  he  returned  to  France,  and  was 
always  a  steadfast  friend  to  America.  In  1784  he 
visited  us,  and  again  in  1824,  when  he  was  received 
with  distinguished  honors  all  over  the  land. 

Saturday,  June  25,  1825,  Lafayette  visited  Port- 
land. On  his  arrival,  he  was  met  on  Bramhall's 
Hill  by  the  Selectmen  of  the  town,  and  a  committee 
appointed  for  the  occasion,  where  he  was  addressed 
by  Hon.  Stephen  Longfellow  in  behalf  of  the  citi- 
zens.    The  General  made  an  appropriate  reply. 

The  procession  formed  to  escort  him  through  the 
town  moved  through  the  principal  streets,  over  many 
of  Avhich  arches  had  been  erected,  covered  with  ever- 
greens and  flowers.  On  the  top  of  one  stood  a  live 
eagle,  which  had  been  procured  for  the  occasion. 
Salutes  were  fired  and  the  bells  were  rung.  The 
procession  arrived  at  the  State  House  on  Congress 
street,  where  the  Governor  and  Council  were  in  wait- 
ing to  receive  tlie  distinguished  guest.  The  General 
was  introduced  to  Governor  Parris,  b}-  whom  he  was 
addressed  in  behalf  of  the  State.  After  his  introduc- 
tion to  the  members  of  the  Council  and  other  gentle- 
men present,  he  was  conducted  to  a  platform  erected 
in  front  of  the  State  House,  wliere  he  was  addressed 
by  President  Allen,*  of  Bowdoin  College,  and  rc- 

*  William  Allen  was  horn  in  rittsfickl,  ]\Iass.,  Janu 
ary  2,  1784,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  lbU3.  lie 
studied  theology,  and  was  licensed  to  preach  in  1804.  In 
1810  he  was  ordained  pastor  of  the  church  in  Pittslield  — 
successor  to  his  father.  In  1817  he  was  elected  President 
of  Dartmoutli  College,  and  from  18~>0  to  18;Ji)  he  was  Presi- 
dent of  J5()\v(l()in  College.  ]\Ir.  Allen  was  the  author  of 
an  "American  Biographical  Dictionary;"  "  Kenuirkable 
Shipwrecks;"  "  Wuiniissoo,  or  the  Vale  of  llousalon- 
nnk  ; "  "Christian  Sonnets;"  "Memoir  of  President 
Wlieelock;"   "Memoir  of  Dr.  Codmau; "  various  pam- 


462  NOTES. 

ceivecl  the  honorary  degree  of  Doctor  of  Laws.  It 
was  now  that  the  citizens  and  strangers  had  an 
opportunity  of  seeing  the  General,  and  we  among 
the  rest.  We  shall  never  forget  his  noble  appear- 
ance, nor  the  reverence  we  felt  for  the  man.  We 
were  then  in  our  fifteenth  year,  and  being  an  appren- 
tice to  the  printing  business,  we  struck  off,  a  da}-  or 

phlets  and  discourses,  and  ' '  Psalms  and  IIjTiins  for  Public 
Worship,  containing  all  the  Psalms  and  Hymns  of  Dr, 
Watts,  which  are  deemed  valuable,  together  with  a  new 
version  of  all  the  Psalms,  and  many  original  hymns,  be- 
sides a  large  collection  from  other  writers." 

We  are  informed,  in  the  preface  of  the  latter  book,  "  Of 
the  Psalms,  400  are  original;  of  the  Hymns,  200."  As  afair 
sample  of  the  original  hymns,  we  copy  the  following :  — 

"  Let  not  an  envious  spirit  rise 

Towards  prosperous  wickedness, 
For  soon  the  proudest  sinner  dies 
In  pain  and  sad  distress. 

Far  different  is  the  end  serene 

Of  good  men  ;  and  they  rise 
To  flourish  in  immortal  green, 

The  trees  of  Paradise." 

The  Doctor  states  that  one  characteristic  of  his  liymn- 
book  is,  that  all  the  lines  are  made  to  rhyme,  which  is  not 
the  case  in  any  other  liymn-book  in  use.  And  such  rhymes 
as  some  of  them  are  would  astonish  even  a  Butler.  A  few 
hymns,  which  lie  copied  from  distinguished  writers,  he 
found  liimsclf  obliged  to  alter  so  as  to  conform  to  his 
standard.  The  delightful  hymn  of  Doddridge,  commenc- 
ing— 

"  Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 
Witli  all  your  feeble  liglit, 
FarcAvell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night "  — 

he  has  completely  ruined.  For  the  above  stanza  he  sub- 
stitutes the  following  — 

"  Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  adieu, 
With  all  your  feeble  light ; 
And  changnig  moon,  farewell  to  you, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night." 


NOTES.  463 

two  before,  a  number  of  cards  with  "  TTelcome, 
Lafayette!"  upon  them — one  of  which  is  before 
us  now  —  preserved  for  fifty  years.  We  also  printed 
some  lines  for  the  occasion  —  our  first  attempt  at 
versif^'ing  —  commencing, 

"  Welcome,  thou  glorious  champion  of  the  land, 
Who  fought  and  saved  us  from  the  tories'  hand." 

Many  of  the  arches  under  which  Lafaj-ette  passed 
were  decorated  with  a  great  deal  of  taste,  and  con- 
tained delicate  allusions  to  some  event  in  his  life, 
while  the  children  of  the  several  schools  occupied  the 
streets,  and  strewed  flowers  along  his  path.  Upon 
other  arches  were  the  names  of  the  battles  in  which 
the  General  was  engaged,  and  also  the  names  of  his 
companions  in  arms  who  had  fought  under  Wash- 
ington. 

Under  a  model  ship  these  words  were  inscribed : 
"I  will  purchase  and  equip  a  vessel  at  ray  own 
expense"  —  language  which  Lafayette  addressed  to. 
the  American  Commissioners  at  Paris,  in  1777,  when 
the  latter  expressed  the  inabilit}^  of  the  United  States 
to  transport  him  to  this  country. 

For  the  following  beautiful  stanza, 

"  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 
Of  my  divine  abode, 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts. 
Where  1  shall  reign  witli  God," 

he  has  substituted  these  lines  — 

"  Ye  stars  arc  but  the  shining  floor 
Of  my  divine  abode, 
The  lowly  pavement  —  and  no  more  — 
Of  temple  of  my  God." 

It  was  thouglit  the  Doctor  missed  liis  calling  when  he 
undertook  to  prepare  a  liymnbook,  to  be  used  in  our 
churches  ;  for  among  tlie  wliole  six  hundred  liymns  of  Ins 
own  composition,  not  one  lias  been  found  wortliy  of  being 
republished  in  our  modern  song-books  for  tlie  sanctuary. 

After  leaving  Brunswick,  Mr.  Alien  removed  to  North- 
ampton, Mass.,  where  he  died  July  IG,  18G8,  aged  84  years. 


464  NOTES. 

From  the  State  House  the  procession  moA'ed  to 
Free  street,  to  the  boarding-house  of  Mr.  Daniel 
Cobb,  where  the  General  was  to  lodge.  At  four 
o'clock  he  partook  of  a  public  dinner  at  Union  Hall, 
and  spent  the  evening  with  Governor  Parris.*  The 
next  morning  at  seven  o'clock  he  took  his  departure, 
without  au}'  parade.  When  the  Governor  learned 
that  it  was  the  General's  intention  to  leave  Portland 
on  the  Sabbath,  he  signified  to  him  that  if  he  would 
postpone  his  departure  till  Monday  morning  he 
should  be  pleased  to  accompany  him  to  the  limits 
of  the  State ;  but  if  he  conchided  to  leave  on  the 
Sabbath  —  a  day  the  Governor  strictly  observed  — 
he  could  pay  him  no  public  attention.  We  remem- 
ber distinctly  the  excitement  at  the  time,  on  account 
of  the  Governor's  adhering  to  his  religious  convic- 
tions in  strictl}'  observing  the  Sabbath  ;  the  Chris- 
tian community  thought  his  example  worthy  of  all 
praise,  while  the  opposers  of  religion  looked  upon 
him  as  one  bigoted  in  the  extreme.  Dr.  Payson 
soon  after  preached  a  discourse  on  the  observance 
of  the  Lord's  day,  and  expressed  himself  strongly 
opposed  to  the  example  of  the  nation's  guest,  who 
seemed  to  disregard  the  day  held  sacred  by  universal 
Christendom. 

It  is  fifty  years  to-da}^,  June  25,  1875,  while  we  are 
writing,  since  we  had  the  pleasure  of  seeing  La- 
fayette, together  with  thousands  of  citizens,  and 
strangers  who  had  come  for  that  purpose  from  all 
parts  of  IMaine  and  New  Hampshire. 

^  Lemuel  Coiiu  was  born  in  Cape  Elizabeth,  Me., 
March   18,  1803,  and  worked  on  a  farm  with  his 

*  Albion  K.  Parris  was  horn  in  Auburn,  Me.,  Janu- 
ary 19,  1798  ;  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College  in  1806, 
and  Avas  Governor  of  Maine  from  1821  to  1826.  From 
1836  to  1850  lie  was  a  comptroller  of  the  United  States 
Treasury,  and  resided  in  Ayashington.  In  1850  he  re- 
moved to  Portland,  and  was  Mayor  of  the  city  in  1852. 
Mr.  Parris  died  February  11,  1857,  aged  69  years. 


NOTES.  4G5 

father  for  several  years.  He  afterwards  removed  to 
Portland,  and  b}'  close  attention  to  mercantile 
business,  and  unswerving  integrit}',  accumulated  a 
handsome  property,  A  few  3'ears  ago  he  retired  to 
his  farm  on  the  Cape,  and  is  passing  the  evening  of 
his  days  in  Christian  peace  and  serenity. 

^  WiNTiiROP  S.  Jordan  is  a  native  of  Cape  Eliza- 
beth. He  was  born  May  2,  1820.  In  early  life  he 
was  clerk  in  the  store  of  Mr.  Lemuel  Cobb  —  after- 
wards a  partner  with  him  in  his  business,  and  finally 
purchased  the  good-will  of  the  concern,  where  he 
still  remains,  a  rare  example  of  industry,  perse- 
verance and  integrit}'.  For  nearly  two  centuries  the 
ancestors  of  Mr.  Jordan  lived  and  died  on  the  Cape. 

^^  Enoch  Moody  was  born  in  Portland  in  1786  ; 
his  ancestors  having  resided  there  for  several  fjener- 
ations.  For  man}'  3'ears  he  Avas  connected  with  Dr. 
Payson's  Church.  To  know  the  man  was  to  love 
him.  In  all  his  transactions  in  life,  ho  aimed  to  be 
just  and  consistent,  and  when  he  died,  November  30, 
1851,  at  the  age  of  Go  3'ears,  his  loss  was  as  severely 
felt  b}'  a  large  number  of  citizens  as  if  the}^  had  lost 
an  affectionate  brother.  In  memory  we  love  to  re- 
vert to  the  past,  when  we  shared  the  friendship  of 
this  trnl}'^  Christian  gentleman. 

^  AViLLiAjr  D.  Adajis  was  born  in  Westbrook, 
now  Deering,  Maine,  April  5,  1809.  In  early  life 
he  went  to  Portland,  and  learned  the  trade  of  a  car- 
penter with  Mr.  Simeon  T.  Rice.  Soon  after  his 
majorit3',  in  1834,  he  removed  to  South  Boston, 
where  he  remained  until  1840,  when  he  took  np  his 
residence  in  lloxbury,  where  he  still  remains.  "\Vliilc 
an  apprentice,  July  1,  1827,  he  united  with  the  Third 
Church  in  Portland,  and  to  the  present  time  has  lived 
a  uniforml}'  consistent  life.  He  is  now  connected  with 
the  Ilio-hland  Church.  INIr.  Adams  i)ursiies  the  evwi 
tenor  of  his  way,  and  has  never  desired  or  had  the 
misfortune  to  ])e  elected  to  an}'  otllcc  outside  of  the 
church  to  wliicli  he  belongs. 


466  NOTES. 

^  Elnatiian  F.  Duren  was  born  in  Boston,  Janu- 
ary 14,  1814.  In  1824  he  left  Boston  to  reside 
with  his  grandfather,  Samuel  Freeman,  of  Portland. 
After  graduating  at  the  High  School,  he  entered  the 
book  establishment  of  William  Hyde.  July  1, 1827, 
he  united  with  the  Third  Church,*  of  which  Rev. 
Charles  Jenkins  was  pastor.  In  1834  he  removed  to 
Bangor,  Me.,  and  opened  a  bookstore,  where  he  has 
since  remained,  with  the  exception  of  two  years  — 
1846  and  1847  —  when  he  became  a  partner  with  Ms 
father-in-law,  Mr.  Hyde,  of  Portland.  In  1835  he 
connected  himself  with  the  Hammond  Street  Congre- 
gational Church,  where  he  has  sustained  the  office 
of  Deacon  for  twenty-six  years.  He  has  also  been 
Scribe  of  the  church  for  the  same  length  of  time,  and 
for  seven  years  Treasurer  of  the  Society.  He  has 
been  Treasurer  of  the  Penobscot  County  Confer- 
ence thirty-five  years  ;  Secretary  and  Treasurer  of 
the  Penobscot  Musical  Association  twenty-seven 
years ;  Depositary  of  the  Bangor  Bible  Society 
thirty  years  ;  Secretary  of  the  Bangor  Historical 
Society  eleven  years,  and  Director  of  the  Society 
for  the  Prevention  of  Cruelty  to  Animals  for    six 

*  The  Third  CnuRCn  was  on  Congress  street,  and  had 
but  recently  been  organizx'd,  with  tlu;  Kev.  Cliurles  Jenkins 
[see  note  OJ  for  its  pastor.  Among  its  prominent  members 
were  Wooc  l)iu-y  Storer,  Joseph  Libljy,  Samuel  Fessendeii, 
Carroll  Staples,  James  M.  Ingrahani,  Benjamin  Harmon, 
Caleb  Chase,  Arthur  Shirley,  Henry  Jackson,  JNathan  Cobb, 
John  Chute,  James  lluse,  Edward  Gray,  Stephen  B.  Chase, 
Elias  Banks,  William  Browne,  Sanmel  Edwards,  Paul  E. 
IVIerrill,  Jonathan  Dow,  Solomon  Adams,  Israel  Water- 
house,  George  Bradford,  Joseph  Iloole,  William  Hyde, 
James  Carruthers,  John  How,  Horatio  Southgale,  William 
C  Mitchell,  Alfred  Merrill,  i\Ioses  Nowell  and  Ebenezer 
C  Stevens,' all  of  whom  have  passed  away.  They  were 
noble  men  — exerted  a  wide  and  happy  influence  m  their 
(lay,  and  are  now  in  heaven,  wo  doubt  not,  reapmg  the 
reward  of  faithful  .servants.         _  .  .,      rr,  •    i 

As.\  Cn.\sE  was  also  an  active  member  of  the    1  hircl 
Church      He  was  born  in  North  Yarmouth,  Mc. ,  Decern- 


NOTES.  4G7 

years.  Mr.  Durcn  has  been  Recording  Secretar}^  of 
the  General  Conference  of  Maine  for  twent3'-nine 
years.  '  Besides  tlie  A'urious  duties  devolving  upon 
him,  in  connection  with  so  man}-  organizations, 
wliich  consume  a  large  portion  of  his  time,  Mr.  D. 
has  been  leader  of  a  choir  for  nearly  twenty  years, 
and  an  organist  several  years ;  Superintendent  f)f 
the  Sabl)ath  .School  twelve  years,  and  Secretary'  for 
fifteen  years. 

In  all  liis  varied  labors,  Mr.  Durcn  has  well  per- 
formed his  duties,  and  proved  himself  a  very  indus- 
trious, competent  and  really  useful  man.  He  is 
remari\:abl3^  correcc  in  his  statements,  and  has  re- 
ceived, what  he  riclily  deserves,  tlie  esteem  and  ap- 
probation of  tlie  Congregational  Churclies  in  JNIaine. 

^  Samuel  M.  Quincy  was  born  in  Boston,  1770. 
When  a  3'oung  man  lie  removed  to  Portland,  where 
he  remained  till  his  death,  which  occurred  June  8, 
1852,  at  the  age  of  82  j'ears.  Mr.  Q.  was  a  glazier 
by  trade.  Occasionally  he  put  a  squib  in  tlie  Port- 
land pai)ers,  over  the  signature  of  '' Cit}'  Glazier," 
when  lie  wished  to  correct  some  evil,  or  suggest 
something  he  thought  of  importance  to  his  fellow- 
citizens.  He  was  a  pleasant  gentleman  of  the  old 
school,  and  many  an  hour  we  have  sat  beside  him, 

ber  22,  17(55,  and  was  Deacon  of  the  Congregational  Cliurcli 
tlicre  many  years,  lie  removed  to  Port  land  in  1814.  From 
a  long  and  intimate  af((uainlance  with  Mv.  Chase  it  gives 
us  pleasure  to  add  onr  testimony  to  his  npriglit  life  and 
uniform  Christian  character,  lie  died  October  18,  1842, 
aged  nearly  77  years. 

Edwakd  Goum)  was  l)orn  in  Gorliam,  Mc,  January  27, 
1805,  and  in  early  life  removed  to  Portland  and  entered 
into  mercantile  business.  When  the  Traders'  Panic  was 
established,  in  the  fall  of  18152,  jSIr.  (Jould  was  cho.sen 
('a-;hici\  and  has  remained  to  the  ])i'esent  time,  faitiifnl  in 
the  discharge  of  his  arduous  diUies.  AVheu  a  young  man, 
he  connected  himself  with  the  Third  Church,  and  was  for 
many  years  one;  of  its  etlicient  Deacons.  The  wife  of  Jlr. 
Gould  is  a  daui,diler  of  the  late  Deacon  Asa  Chase. 


4G8  NOTES. 

as  he  related  to  us  interesting  incidents,  relative  to 
the  past  histor}'  of  our  country,  many  of  which  he 
had  witnessed  himself. 

-^"  John  T.  Walton  was  born  in  Portland,  Janu- 
ary 30,  1798,  and  learned  the  trade  of  a  carpenter  of 
his  father,  the  late  Mark  Walton.  Earl}-  in  life,  see- 
ing the  evil  effects  produced  b}'  the  use  of  intoxi- 
cating drinks,  he  became  an  effective  speaker  and 
laborer  in  the  cause  of  temperance,  and  has  been 
instrumental  in  the  reformation  of  manj'  an  inebri- 
ate. An  Address  he  delivered  before  the  Portland 
Temperance  Society  was  published  some  j-ears  ago, 
and  quite  extensively  circulated.  Althougli  on  the 
verge  of  fourscore  years,  Mr.  Walton  is  still  active, 
and  does  not  hesitate  to  speak  on  his  favorite  topic 
when  occasion  requires.  May  Heaven  long  continue 
the  life  of  our  aged  friend,  and  at  last  reward  him 
for  his  fidelity  to  the  cause  of  morality  and  religion. 

-•'^  Robert  Horton  was  a  native  of  Bristol,  Eng- 
land. He  w^as  born  about  the  j-ear  1770.  At  the 
age  of  seven  he  was  bound  out  as  an  apprentice, 
where  he  remained  six  or  seven  years.  Dissatisfied 
with  his  situation,  he  clandestine!}'  left,  and  shipped 
on  board  an  English  vessel  that  was  bound  for  the 
United  States.  The  cargo  of  the  ship  was  consigned 
to  Captain  Arthur  McLellan,*  of  Portland.  He  ar- 
rived in  that  town  in  17S4,  left  the  vessel  and  Avent 
into  the  country,  where  for  a  season  he  found  em- 
plo^mient.  Some  time  after  he  returned  to  Portland, 
where  for  more  tlian  fifty  j-ears  he  passed  up  and 
down  tlie  principal  streets,  retailing  fruits  and  con- 
fectioner}',  and  was  known  to  all  the  inhabitants. 
From  our  earliest  daj's  we  remember  him  as  a  pleas- 
ant, kind  old  gentleman  who  noiselessly  pursued  his 

*  Ahtuuh  McLellan  was  born  in  Cape  Elizabeth,  ]\rc., 
about  the  yviir  1753,  and  for  many  years  was  an  enterpris- 
ing master  of  a  vessel  sailing  out  of  Portlaiul.  He  accu- 
mulated a  large  property,  and  for  years  did  an  extensive 
mercantile  business.     He  died  1833,  aged  83  years. 


NOTES.  469 

humble  calling,  with  his  basket  on  his  arm,  supply- 
ing all  who  desired  to  purchase  a  lunch  or  a  cake. 
In  this  manner  he  supported  his  lamil}-,  and  laid  by 
suflicicnt  to  take  care  of  himself  in  his  ohl  age. 

On  the  second  day  of  November,  18G0,  Mr.  Ilorton 
was  run  over  bj'  a  train  of  cars,  near  Bramhall's  Hill, 
and  so  severely  injured  that  he  lived  but  a  few  hours. 
He  was  nearl}'  90  years  of  age. 

^^  AViLLiAji  B.  TuASK  was  born  in  Dorchester, 
Mass.,  November  25,  1812.  In  early  life  he  learned 
a  mechanical  trade  ;  but  feeling  an  interest  in  anti- 
tj[uarian  matters,  he  gave  his  attention  to  the  subject. 
For  one  or  two  years  he  edited  the  Genealogical 
Register.  Mr.  Trask  has  prepared  for  publication 
several  small  works,  in  his  particular  line,  which 
.evince  much  research  and  good  judgment.  He  has 
always  resided  in  Dorchester. 

-■"  Alexander  H.  Rice  was  born  in  Newton  Lower 
Falls,  Mass.,  August  30, 1818,  and  graduated  at  Union 
College  in  1844.  For  three  j-ears  he  was  a  clerk  in 
the  paper  establishment  of  Messrs.  AVilkins  and  Car- 
ter in  Boston.  He  afterwards  became  a  partner  in 
the  concern.  He  is  now  of  the  firm  of  Rice  and 
Kendall.  In  18oG  Mr.  Rice  was  a  member  of  the 
Common  Council,  and  its  President  in  1857,  and 
was  Mayor  of  Boston  in  1857,  1858  and  1850.  He 
was  a  member  of  the  38tli  and  39th  Congress.  Mr. 
Rice  is  a  prominent  nieinl)er  of  Emanuel  Episcopal 
Church.  lie  has  a  host  of  friends  who  are  anxious 
that  he  should  stand  as  a  candidate  for  Governor  of 
the  Commonwealth  of  ^Massachusetts. 

'-■'*  A.  B.  ]\IuzzEY  was  born  in  Lexington,  Mass., 
September  21,  1802  —  graduated  at  Harvard  Col- 
lege, and  has  been  a  faithful  minister  of  the  gospel 
for  nearly  half  a  ccnturv.  Mr.  M.  is  the  author  of 
"  Young  Man's  Frii'nd,""'l83G  ;  "  The  Sunday  School 
Guide  and  Parents'  Manual,"  1837;  "The  Moral 
Teacher,"  1839;  "The  Young  Maiden,"  IS  10;  of 
which  sixteen  editions  have  been  published  ;  "  Man 


470  NOTES. 

a  Soul,"  1842;  "The  Christian  Parent,"  1850; 
^  Sabbath  School  Service  and  Hymn  Book,"  1855  ; 
"Christ  in  the  Will,  the  Heart  and  the  Life,"  1861  ; 
"  The  Blade  and  Ear :  Thoughts  for  Young  Men," 
1864  ;  Fourteen  Sermons  and  three  Lectures  before 
the  American  Institute  for  Instruction  and  other 
Associations  ;  three  articles  in  the  Christian  Exam- 
iner ;  eighteen  articles  in  the  INIonthly  Keligious 
Magazine ;  "  Memorial  of  Captain  Goodwin  A. 
Stone,"  1864  ;  two  articles  in  the  Mother's  Assist- 
ant ;  three  tracts  for  the  American  Unitarian  Asso- 
ciation ;  Reports  of  School  Committees  ;  "  Leaves 
from  an  Autobiograph}-,"  being  eight  articles  in  the 
Religious  Monthly  Magazine,  1870-1  ;  eight  addi- 
tional articles  in  the  same  ;  "  Value  of  the  Study 
of  Intellectual  Philosophy  to  the  Minister,"  and 
"  Personal  Recollections  of  Rev.  Dr.  Channing." 
Mr.  Muzzey  resides  in  Cambridge,  Mass. 

^  Joseph  Jenkiks  was  born  in  Barre,  Mass., 
about  the  year  1781,  and  in  earl 3'  manhood  removed 
to  Boston,  where  for  man}-  years  he  was  an  enter- 
prising builder.  He  was  long  connected  with  the 
Park  Street  Church  and  Society.  On  December  17, 
1818,  ]NL'.  Jenkins  delivered  an  Address  before  the 
Massachusetts  Charitable  Mechanic  Association,  of 
which  he  had  long  been  a  member.  The  Address 
was  printed.  He  pronounced  an  oration  in  Barre, 
Mass.,  before  the  Mount  Zion,  Harris  and  Thompson 
Lodges,  June  24,  1820.  This  also  was  printed.  Mr. 
Jenkins  was  a  brother  of  Rev.  Charles  Jenkins,  of 
Portland.    He  died  October  11,  l'S51,  aged  70  years. 

'■'■^  George  Buadfoud  was  born  in  Portland,  Au- 
gust 24,  1808.  He  learned  the  trade  of  a  printer  of 
Arthur  Shirley.  At  the  age  of  21  he  removed  to 
Boston,  where  he  now  resides.  For  a  quarter  of  a 
centur}'  he  lived  in  Charlestown,  and  was  connected 
with  the  High  Street  Church.  Mr.  B.  is  a  man  of 
superior  abilities,  and  would  have  made  liis  mark  if 
he  had  entered  the  arena  of  literature.     Some  of  his 


NOTES.  471 

essaj-s,  published  in  early  life,  would  do  no  discredit 
to  the  pen  of  Franklin.  Many  years  ago  he  pub- 
lished a  small  volume  of  "  Religious  Poems."  Mr. 
Bradford  is  modest  and  unassuming,  but  is  highly 
appreciated  among  living,  active  Clu'istians. 

^  Samuel  F.  Smith  Avas  born  in  Boston,  October 
21,  1808;  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1829; 
studied  theology  at  Andover  Seminary,  and  from 
1834  to  1842  was  pastor  of  th^  First  Baptist  Church 
in  Waterville,  Me.  Mr.  Smith  is  the  author  of  the 
beautiful  hymn,  so  often  sung  at  our  missiouary 
concerts  — 

"  The  morning  light  is  breaking  ; 
The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 
To  penitential  tears  "  — 

and  also  of  the  popular  national  song  -^ 

"My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  lil)erty, 
Of  thee  1  sing." 

Mr.  Smith  wrote  the  hymn,  often  snug  at  the  services 
connected  with  the  burial  of  friends,  commencing, 

"  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely. 
Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze. 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening 
AVhen  it  floats  among  the  trees." 

Mr.  S.  was  a  large  contributor  to  tlie  Encyclopedia 
Americana  ;  for  nearly  two  yoars  edited  the  "  Bap- 
tist Missionar}'  Magazine,"  and  at  one  time  was 
editor  of  the  ''  Christian  Review."  He  is  tlic  autlior 
of  "Life  of  Rev.  Joseith  Grafton,"  "  Lyric  Clems," 
and  one  of  the  com[)ilers  of  "Tlie  Psalmist."  Ho 
has  largely  contributed  to  the  ri'ligious  pri'ss.  In 
August,  187"),  Mv.  Smith  started  on  a  European 
tour,  to  be  absent  for  two  y^ars  or  more.  The  lion- 
orary  degree  of  D.  D.  was  courerred  on  Mr.  S.  by 


472  NOTES. 

Waterville  College  in  1853.    For  a  long  time  Mr.  S. 
has  resided  in  Newton,  Mass. 

^  Benjamin  F.  Tiiojias,  a  grandson  of  Isaiah 
Thomas,  LL.  D.,  was  born  in  l^Iarlborough  street, 
Boston,  July  12,  1<S13,  and  removed  to  Worcester 
in  1819.  He  graduated  at  Brown  University  in 
1830.  Mr,  Thomas  was  a  member  of  the  Legisla- 
ture in  1842  ;  Commissioner  of  Bankruptcy  in  1843  ; 
Judge  of  Probate  from  1844  to  1848  ;  Judge  of  the 
Supreme  Court  from  1853  to  1859,  and  elected  to 
Congress  in  1861,  to  fill  the  place  vacated  by  Charles 
Francis  Adams.  Mr.  Thomas  has  pul)lished  "  Town 
Officer  ;  "  "  Speeches  in  Congress  ; "  "Life  of  Isaiah 
Thomas"  —  a  remaikabl}'  interesting  and  instruc- 
tive work  —  and  several  miscellaneous  pamphlets. 
In  September,  1838,  Mr.  T.  delivered  a  poem  before 
the  United  Brothers'  Society  of  Brown  Universitj^, 
at  the  same  time  that  John  Neal  gave  his  Discourse 
on  Man.  Mr.  Thomas  returned  to  Boston  in  1859, 
after  an  absence  of  forty  years,  and  continues  to 
live  in  his  native  place.  He  is  one  of  our  ablest 
lawyers,  a  gentleman  of  much  literary  taste,  and  has 
one  of  the  choicest  private  libraries  in  the  State. 

^  Cyrus  Carpentku  was  born  in  Trowbridge, 
Count}'  of  Wiltshire,  England,  October  9,  1818.  He 
came  to  Boston  when  a  child,  and  learned  a  mechani- 
cal trade.  By  his  industrious  habits  and  an  en- 
terpri(>ing  spirit,  he  has  accumulated  a  handsome 
property,  and  is  now  one  of  our  most  reliable  and 
substantial  citizens.  For  man}'  j-ears  he  has  been 
connected  with  Dr.  Neahj's  Cluu'cli  in  Boston,  and  is 
Superintendent  of  the  Sabbath  school.  He  is  exert- 
ing a  healthy  influence  all  around  him.  Mr.  Car- 
penter is  tlie  owner  of  a  well-selected  librar}'. 

"""  Elijah  Kellogg  was  born  in  South  Iladle}', 
Mass.,  August  14,  17G1.  AVhen  14  years  of  age, 
he_  enlisted  as  a  drummer-boy  in  the  Revolutionary 
Army.  He  afterwards  entered  College  and  became 
a  clergyman.     In  October,  1788,  he  was  ordained 


NOTES.  473 

pastor  of  the  Second  Cliui'cli  in  Portland,  and  con- 
tinued sole  pastor  till  1807,  when  the  late  Dr.  Pay- 
son  became  his  colleague.  He  was  afterwards  pas- 
tor of  the  Chapel  Church  nine  3'ears.  For  sixteen 
years  he  was  employed  as  a  missionary,  and  tray- 
elled  oyer  the  destitute  portions  of  Maine,  yisiting  the 
poor  and  illiterate,  and  preaching  to  those  who  liyed 
in  regions  far  remoyed  from  religious  privileges. 

Mr.  Kellogg  was  a  somewhat  eccentric  man. 
Preaching  to  his  people  in  Portland  one  summer 
day,  he  noticed  that  some  of  his  singers  began  to 
nod.  His  yoice  failed  to  arouse  them.  Sudtlenl}- 
stopping  short  in  his  sermon,  he  cast  his  eyes 
towards  the  choir,  and  exclaimed  —  "Gentlemen, 
I  didn't  come  here  to  strew  poppies  !  "  The  singers 
left  the  church,  one  and  all,  and  would  not  consent 
to  return  for  several  Sabbaths. 

John  Butler,  a  yery  worth}'  man,  who  became 
deranged  on  account  of  pecuniary  losses,  and  the 
death  of  several  of  his  children,  to  whom  he  was 
greatly  attached,  often  attended  on  the  preaching  of 
Mr.  Kellogg.  At  times  Mr.  13.  took  particular  pains 
to  decorate  the  head  of  his  cane  Avitli  flowers,  rib- 
bons, etc.  One  Sabbath,  Mr.  Kellogg,  while  preach- 
ing, obserA'cd  the  crazy  man  diligently  employed 
with  his  cane.  Thinking  to  call  his  attention  to  the 
sermon,  and  to  prevent  his  occup3ing  the  minds  of 
others,  Mr.  K.  stopped  in  his  discourse,  and  looking 
directly  at  Mr.  B.,  remarked  :  "  Mr.  Butler,  you  are 
a  gentleman  " —  Without  giying  the  preacher  time 
to  say  anything  further,  the  craz}-  man  instantly 
replied  :  "  Well  said,  Mr.  Kellogg,  please  go  on." 
Without  another  remark,  Mr.  K.  continued  his  dis- 
course. 

At  another  time  when  ^Ir.  Kellogg  was  at  i)rayer, 
his  devotions  were  in  a  luetisure  disturbed  by  a  dog 
that  had  found  his  way  into  the  broad  aisle.  Con- 
tinuing his  supplications,  he  li;id  Just  uttered  the 
words,  "O  Lord  God!"  when  the  dog  gave  a  loud 


474  NOTES. 

bark,  which  so  disconcerted  the  preacher,  that  lie 
opened  his  eyes,  and  immediately  exclaimed,  '^  Take 
that  dog  out  of  the  house,  Mr.  Leach  ! "  addressing 
the  sexton.  It  was  some  moments  before  the  con- 
gregation were  sufficiently  composed  to  attend  to 
the  conclusion  of  the  prayer. 

A  gentleman  of  Mr.  Kellogg's  parish,  a  Mr.  F., 
once  called  upon  the  parson  with  a  request  for  him 
to  dine  at  his  house.  Mr.  K.  gave  him  no  encour- 
agement, remarking  as  he  departed,  "  You  had  better 
not  expect  me."  When  the  gentleman  was  about 
sitting  down  to  his  dinner  —  which  consisted  of  salt 
fish  and  potatoes  —  lo  and  behold  !  to  the  great  sur- 
prise of  Mr.  F.,  Mr.  Kellogg  made  his  appearance 
at  the  door.  "Why,  sir,  I  thought  you  were  not 
coming  to  dine  with  us,"  said  the  gentleman.  "  I 
didn't  know  as  I  should,"  cooll}'  replied  the  parson, 
"  for  I  feared  you  would  make  more  preparations 
than  were  necessary,  and  put  3'ourselves  out,  and 
so  I  thought  I  would  take  you  unawares."  Mr.  F. 
apologized  for  his  humble  dinner,  remarking  that  he 
had  a  good  fat  turkey  in  the  house,  which  was  in- 
tended for  his  reverence.  ^  But  I  prefer  a  good  salt 
fish,"  said  Mr.  B.,  taking  his  seat  at  the  table,  and 
making  a  heart}'  meal. 

Preaching  in  Gorham  on  a  very  warm  da}',  he 
noticed  that  several  of  his  hearers  were  drowsy,  and 
inclined  to  sleep.  Suddenly  stopping  in  the  middle 
of  his  discourse,  he  threw  olf  his  coat,  and  cried  at 
the  top  of  his  voice :  "  You  don't  nod  over  your 
hoes,  when  at  work  in  the  fields,  and  you  shan't  nod 
over  my  sermon  !  "  and  they  did  not,  at  least  during 
that  Sabbath. 

While  presiding  at  a  public  religious  meeting  in 
Brunswick,  a  lady  rose  and  spoke  for  a  few  minutes, 
when  JMr.  Kellogg,  who  was  far  from  being  a  woman's 
rights  man,  became  a  little  nettled.  Said  he,  "  Short 
and  sweet.  Madam  !  there  arc  people  here  waiting 
Avho  can  speak  better  tlian  you  !  "  upon  which  the 


NOTES.  475 

lady  immediately  took  her  seat,  and  the  meeting 
went  on. 

When  the  Maine  Legislature  convened  at  Port- 
land, Mr.  Kellogg  was  elected  Cliaplain.  One  fa- 
vorite measure  of  his  barely  passed  the  House,  but 
■was  lost  in  the  Senate.  On  the  next  morning,  in  his 
prayer,  he  made  use  of  the  following  language : 
*•'  We  thought  the  House  did  bad  enough  ;  but,  good 
God  !  what  shall  we  say  of  the  Senate  ?  " 

With  all  Mr.  Kellogg's  eccentricities,  he  was  an 
excellent  mnn  Avhom  we  all  highly  esteemed.  AVhen 
we  commenced  business,  he  was  advanced  in  life, 
and  he  fi'cquently  called  at  the  store  to  have  a  pleas- 
ant interview  —  often  relating  incidents  of  the  past 
with  which  he  was  familiar  —  that  made  his  visits 
exceedingly  interesting.  As  we  were  brought  up 
under  his  preaching,  and  knew  him  from  a  cliild, 
we  real]}'  loved  to  sit  beside  the  aged  Christian,  and 
listen  to  the  words  that  fell  from  his  lips.  Mr.  Kel- 
logg died  in  Portland  in  1843,  aged  82  j-ears. 

*'  Rev.  AVilliaji  Huntington,  S.  S.,  was  an  Eng- 
lish clergyman  with  rare  genius,  but  little  cul- 
ture. He  was  originally  an  ignorant  hod-heaver, 
but,  touched  by  the  Spirit  of  God,  he  became  a 
devout  Christian,  entered  the  ministry,  and  through 
his  wliole  life  was  a  remarkably  useful  man.  He 
was  the  author  of  several  valuable  works  —  among 
otliors,  "The  Bank  of  Faitli,"  wliieh  has  passed 
tiu'ough  several  editions,  botli  in  England  and  in 
this  countr3\  It  is  a  remarkably  interesting  and 
instructive  work.  ]Mr.  II.  usually  added  S.  S.  to 
his  name  —  the  moaning  of  which  is  Sinner  Saveil. 
He  thought  this  equall}'  as  honorable  as  the  D.  D. 
which  was  conferred  on  many  of  his  better  edu- 
cated l)rothers  in  the  ministry.  Mr.  Huntington 
was  born  in  the  Weald  of  Kent,  17-14,  and  died  in 
1813,  aged  G9  j-ears. 

'"'-John  IIkmmknway  was  born  in  Freeport,  IMe., 
December  30,  1814.     He  is  a  grandson  of  the  Kev. 


• 


476  NOTES. 

Moses  IlemiBenwa}',  D.  D.,  the  celebrated  divine,  so 
long  a  minister  in  Wells,  Me.,  and  who  died  April 
18, 1811,  at  the  advanced  age  of  76  years.  Mr.  H. 
was  educated  in  the  common  schools,  like  the  major- 
it}-  of  our  enterprising  New  England  people.  He 
has  written  a  Life  of  AVilliam  Ladd,  the  apostle  of 
peace,  published  in  1872,  besides  man}^  articles  which 
have  appeared  from  time  to  time  in  various  period- 
icals. He  has  also  prepared  "  The  Dail}'  Remem- 
brancer," a  book  of  between  two  and  three  hundred 
pages,  that  contains  selections  from  distinguished 
authors  —  Christian,  Pagan  and  Infidel,  on  the 
subject  of  peace  —  who  have  flourished  within  the 
last  two  thousand  years.  Mr.  HemmeuAvay  has 
been  licensed  to  preach  the  gospel,  and  his  services 
in  tlie  destitute  portions  of  Maine  will,  we  doubt 
not,  l)e  blessed  to  many  a  wanderer  from  the  truth, 
who  will  be  his  crown  of  rejoicing  forever.  From 
the  temper  and  character  of  the  man,  we  know  he 
will  not  shun  to  declare  the  whole  counsel  of  God, 
nor  waste  his  energies  in  idle  scheming  or  listless 
case.  He  feels  that  he  has  a  work  to  perform,  and 
all  his  energies  will  be  brought  in  pla}'  to  discharge 
the  important  duties  of  life.  Mr.  PI.  resides  on  a 
farm  in  IJrighton,  Maine. 

""^  Henhy  Jackson  was  born  in  Chichester,  N.  H., 
August  1,  1783  —  the  eighth  child  of  Benjamin  and 
Frcelove  Luce  Jackson.  He  taught  school  for  sev- 
eral years  in  various  towns,  until  1811,  when  he 
wont  to  Portsmouth,  where  he  remained  until  the 
fall  of  1824,  when  he  removed  to  Portland  to  take 
cliargc  of  one  of  the  principal  schools  in  that  town. 
For  several  years  he  was  connected  with  the  Third 
Church  (Dr.  Dwight's).  In  1831  he  was  set  off, 
witli  the  writer  (who  did  not  consent  to  go)  and 
some  half  a  dozen  otliers,  to  help  form  the  High 
Street  Church.  Mr.  Jackson  was  a  personal  friend 
whom  we  loved,  and  memor}^  often  goes  back  to  the 
[)criod  wlion  we  received  counsel   and   advice  from 


NOTES.  477 

his  lips.  lie  was  the  author  of  an  arithmetic  which 
passed  through  many  editions,  and  was  used  in  all 
the  primary  schools  of  Portland.  George  E.  B. 
Jackson,  Esq.,  of  Portland,  is,  I  think,  the  only 
living  representative  of  Mr.  J.  He  died  August  22, 
1850,  aged  G7  years. 

^  Jonathan  Bryant  was  born  in  Portland  in 
1744.  He  was  an  aged  and  feeble  man  when  we 
knew  him,  over  half  a  century  ago.  In  pleasant 
weather  he  might  be  seen  slowly  walking  through 
the  streets  of  Portland,  stopping  occasionally  to 
lean  upon  his  staff  and  converse  with  a  neighbor  or 
a  little  child.  He  lived  on  Back  street,  corner  of 
Lime  street,  near  the  old  school-house,  where  he 
had  long  resided.  Mr.  Bryant  died  in  November, 
182.'),  aged  81  years. 

^^  Prentiss  Mellen  was  born  in  Sterling,  Mass., 
October  11,  1764,  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in 
1784,  studied  law,  and  practised  for  a  season  in  his 
native  town.  He  removed  to  Bridgewater  ;  but  not 
meeting  with  much  success,  in  1792  he  went  to  Bid- 
deford,  Me.,  where  he  obtained  an  extensive  prac- 
tice. In  1806  he  removed  to  Portland,  where  he 
continued  to  reside  the  remainder  of  his  days.  In 
1820  he  was  appointed  Chief  Justice  of  the  Supreme 
Court.  He  discharged  the  duties  of  his  ollice  with 
fidelity  and  a])ility  until  1834,  when  being  disquali- 
fied for  his  office  by  age  —  having  reached  seventy 
3'ears  —  he  resigned.  Judge  Mellen  died  December 
31,  1840,  aged  76  years. 

Grenville  Mellen,  son  of  the  al)Ove,  was  born 
in  Biddt'fbrd,  June  10,  1799,  and  graduated  at  Bow- 
duin  College  in  1818.  He  studied  law,  and  prac- 
tised for  a  season  in  North  Yarmouth.  For  a  short 
time,  Mr.  M.  was  editor  of  the  Portland  Advertiser. 
"We  remember  hearing  him  deliver  his  poem, ''The 
Rest  of  Empires,"  before  the  Peace  Society  of  Maine, 
at  the  First  Parish  Church  in  Portland,  INIay  10, 
1826.     The   poem   was  printed    at    the    time.     It 


478  NOTES. 

was  afterwards  inserted,  with  various  alterations, 
in  his  "  Martyr's  Triumph,  Buried  Valle}',  and  other 
Poems,"  printed  in  Boston  in  1833.  Mr.  Mellen 
was  the  author  of  "  Sad  Tales  and  Glad  Tales," 
1828,  and  a  History  of  the  United  States.  He  died 
in  New  York,  September  5,  1841,  aged  42  j-ears. 

Frederick  Mellen  was  a  j'ounger  son  of  the 
Judge.  He  Avas  born  in  Biddeford  in  1804,  and 
graduated  at  Bowdoin  College  in  1825.  He  studied 
law,  but  devoted  himself  to  painting  and  poetry-. 
He  had  talents  for  a  fine  landscape-painter.  Mr. 
M.  was  a  contributor  to  the  "United  States  Liter- 
ary Gazette,"  and  wrote  several  fine  poems  ;  one  we 
particularly  remember,  that  appeared  in  the  "  Atlan- 
tic Souvenir"  for  1828,  commencing  — 

"List  !  there  is  music  in  the  air  ! 

It  is  the  Sabbath  evening  bell 
Chiming  the  vesper  hour  of  prayer 

O'er  mountain-top  and  lowland  dell ; 
And  infancy  and  age  ai'e  seen 
Slow  winding  o'er  tJie  churchyard  green." 

Mr.  Mellen  died  in  Portland  in  1834,  at  the  early 
age  of  thirt}'  3-ears. 

^  Nathaniel  G.  Clark  was  born  in  Calais,  Ver- 
mont, January  18,  1825  ;  graduated  at  the  Univer- 
sity Vermont,  1845 ;  was  two  jears  at  Andover 
Seminary,  and  one  year  at  Auburn,  N.  Y.  He 
spent  one  year  in  German}*.  From  1853  to  18G3  he 
was  ProfessQi'  at  Burlington,  and  from  18G3  to  1865 
Professor  in  Union  College.  In  18G5  he  was  ap- 
pointed Secretary  of  tlie  American  Board  of  Com- 
missioners for  Foreign  Missions,  which  position  he 
now  holds  and  ably  sustains.  The  honorary  degree 
of  Doctor  of  Divinity  was  conferred  on  Mr.  Clark 
by  Union  College  in  1805,  and  that  of  Doctor  of 
Laws,  in  1875,  by  the  University  Vermont. 

^  Cyrus  Hamlin  was  born  in  Waterford,  Maine, 
January  5,  1811.     He  worked  on  his  father's  farm 


NOTES.  471) 

till  he  -was  sixteen  j'cars  of  age,  and  then  went  to 
Portland  to  reside  with  his  brother-in-law,  Mr.  Charles 
Farley,  and  learn  the  trade  of  a  silversmith.  In  the 
winter  of  1828  Cyrus  and  myself  attended  an  even- 
ing sehool,  kept  by  Mr.  Henry  Jackson,  with  several 
assistants,  where  the  common  branches  of  education 
were  taught.  To  make  the  scholars  feel  more  inter- 
ested in  their  efforts  to  improve,  it  was  announced 
that  prizes  would  be  given  to  the  two  scholars  who 
sliould  write  the  best  essays  on  the  subject  of  pro- 
fane swearing.  Nearly  all  the  pupils  handed  in 
their  productions,  when,  to  our  great  surprise  and 
pleasure,  the  prizes  were  awarded  to  Hamlin  and 
ourself,  who  had  not  anticipated  the  result  of  the 
examining  committee.  On  an  evening  appointed  we 
read  our  essays  and  received  the  prizes.  Uniting 
with  the  Second  Parish  Church,*  Mr.  H.  felt  it  to 
be  his  duty  to  study  for  the  ministry,  and  in  1829' 
we  find  liim  at  Bridgeton  Academy.  There  is  a  let- 
ter before  us,  that  we  received  from  Mr.  Hamlin, 
dated  ]\Iay  28lh  of  that  3'ear,  in  which  he  speaks  of 
his  studies,  and  how  busily  he  has  been  emi)loyed 
since  he  left  Portland.     From  a  heart  overflowing 

*  The  Second  CnuKcn(Dr.  Paj'son's)  was  on  the  corner 
of  ]\Ii(l(lle  and  Deer  street.  The  liouse  was  destroyed  b}- 
tire  in  1830.  From  tliis  churcli  tlic  Third  Parish,  Hitrli 
Street  and  State  Street  Churches  cohjnized.  Anionj?  its 
active  members,  fifty  years  ai^^o,  were  Nathaniel  Cross, 
Thomas  fJrowne,  Koyal  Lincoln,  Eliphalet  Webster,  Wil- 
liam Lord,  Levi  Cutter,  David  M.  Culler,  William  Cutter. 
Enoch  Moody,  Thomas  Forsailh,  Artemas  Carter,  David 
Stackpole,  Oliver  S.  Hartshorn,  Richard  Cobb,  William 
Swan,  John  Coe,  Natiianiel  Dana,  I^uther  Dana,  Isaac 
Smith,  Henry  Goddurd,  Simeon  Hall,  .loiai  W.  Haskell, 
Joseph  H.  Ingraham,  Peter  Lunt,  Keuben  IMitchell,  Ed- 
ward Oxnard",  Joseph  Pope,  John  J\L  Prince,  JMareus 
(^uincy,  El)en  Steele,  Jeremiah  Stevens,  Ebenezer  Web- 
ster, William  Wood,  Charles  Farley,  Charles  Blanehard, 
Edward  Howe,  Hosea  Ilsley  and  James  Todd.  The  last 
live  only  are  now  (1875)  livinu;  — two  reside  iu  Portland, 
two  in  Boston,  and  one  iu  Chelsea,  Mass. 


480  NOTES. 

with  lovG  to  God  n,nd  man,  lie  -writes  of  the  joy  he 
experienced  in  hearing  of  the  conversion  of  an  old 
acquaintance,  and  expresses  the  hope  that  the  work 
of  grace  may  be  extended  till  multitudes  are  brought 
to  the  knowledge  of  Christ.  In  1830  he  entered 
Bowdoin  College,  and  graduated  in  1834.  Mr.  11. 
immediately  went  to  the  Seminary  at  Bangor,  and 
for  three  years  pursued  a  theological  course.  In 
1837  and  1838  he  preached  in  Portland,  and  also  in 
Worcester,  Mass.  On  December  3,  1838,  he  sailed 
as  a  missionary  to  Turkey,  under  the  direction  of 
the  American  Board  of  Commissioners  for  Foreign 
Missions,  having  previously  married  Henrietta  Jack- 
son, of  Dorset,  Vt.  Mr.  Hamlin  was  stationed  at 
Constantinople,  where  he  has  since  resided.  In 
18G0  he  was  chosen  President  of  Robert  College  — 
an  institution  which  is  doing  very  much  for  civili- 
zation and  Christianity.  Mr.  Hamlin  has  visited 
the  United  States  several  times  since  he  left  on 
his  missionary  enterprise  —  the  last  time  in  1874. 
He  has  l)een  a  faithful  laborer  in  his  Master's  ser- 
vice, and  has  indubitable  evidence  of  a  large  amount 
of  good  accomplished.  Mr.  H.  has  translated  the 
Intellectual  Philosophy  of  Thomas  C.  Upham  into 
the  Turkish  languaae,  and  the  work  is  used  as  a 
text-book  in  his  college.  The  honorary  degree  of 
D.  D.  Avas  conferred  on  Mr.  Hamlin  b}'  Bowdoin 
College. 

""**  Jonathan  Morgan  was  born  in  Brimfield, 
Mass.,  March  4,  1788.  He  graduated  at  Union 
College  in  1803,  studied  law,  and  removed  to  Alna, 
Me.,  in  1812.  After  practising  his  profession  sev- 
eral jears,  and  teaching  school  in  Brunswick,  he 
went  to  Portland  in  1820,  where  he  remained  till  his 
death.  Mr.  Morgan  had  a  natural  taste  for  mechan- 
ics, and  si)ent  a  large  portion  of  his  time  in  experi- 
menting, but  never  produced  an^'thing  that  was  of 
pecuniary  benefit  to  himself.  He  invented  a  cylin- 
der stove  and    a  coffee-mill.     The   latter  we   used 


NOTES.  481 

often  to  find  in  our  auction  rooms,  some  fifty  years 
ago,  with  his  name  prominently  east  upon  it. 

Mr.  Morgan  wrote  and  published  a  medical  work, 
a  grammar,  and  also  a  translation  of  the  New  Tes- 
tament. He  spent  many  years  in  preparing  a  Com- 
mentary on  the  Bible,  which  was  never  completed. 
After  Mr.  M.  had  reached  the  age  of  ninety  j-ears, 
he  was  still  active  and  hopeful  of  the  future.  From 
a  letter  he  wrote  to  us  in  November,  1869,  when  he 
was  more  than  fourscore  and  ten,  he  saj'S,  "  My  sy- 
nopsis of  diseases  I  have  nearly  revised  and  enlarged 
for  a  reprint.  I  have  a  new  theory  of  natural  phi- 
losophy nearly  ready  for  publication,  which  would 
make  a  book  of  about  five  hundred  pages  octavo." 

Mr.  Morgan  was  never  married.  He  occupied  a 
room  on  Cross  street,  where  he  lived  by  himself. 
He  was  last  seen  in  the  street  on  Fiiday,  the  third 
of  November,  1871,  and  probably  died  that  night, 
as  he  was  found  dead  on  the  morning  of  Monday 
following.  He  seemed  to  have  passed  away  without 
a  struggle.    His  age  Avas  93  years  and  eight  months. 

'^  When  the  noble  Eagle  has  been  shot  down  by 
some  reckless  man  or  heedless  boy,  how  common  to 
see  the  fact  noticed  by  our  editors  with  approbation 
—  as  if  some  remarkal)le  feat  had  been  performed, 
instead  of  a  dastardly  act  tliat  every  humane  person 
condenms  !  Tliis  noble  bird  should  be  protected  by 
law,  if  there  is  no  other  wa}-  to  reach  the  hearts  of 
those  who  take  pride  in  its  destruction.  We  ahva^'S 
honored  John  Pierpont  for  inserting  in  his  "Ameri- 
can First  Class  Book  "  that  splendid  apostrophe  to 
the  Eagle,  written  by  our  friend  John  Neal,  in  his 
"  Battle  of  Niagara."  What  lad,  on  reading  tiiis  re- 
markable pocin,  would  have  a  heart  to  take  the  life 
of  this  noljle  l)ird? 

^^"  JosKPii  G.  Fkuxald  was  born  in  Kittery,  IMe., 
September  22,  1770,  and  died  in  Torfhuid  in  l.s|S, 
aged  78.  For  man}-  3ears  he  colU'ctcd  aslics,  and 
furnished  the    citizens  of  Portland    with   excellent 

:n 


482  NOTES. 

soap.  When  the  infirmities  of  age  came  upon  him, 
and  he  was  obliged  to  relinquish  liis  business,  his 
sunny  countenance  was  missed  bj-  man}-  a  house- 
hold, where  his  genial  con^•ersation  had  for  3-ears 
made  his  visits  pleasant  and  agreeable. 

^^^  Samuel  Cutlkk  was  born  in  ]S'cwbur3-port,  May 
12,  1805,  and  early  remoAcd  to  Portland,  where  for 
some  time  he  was  associated  with  Mr.  Charles  Rogers 
in  the  dr}'  goods  business,  under  the  firm  of  Rogers 
and  Cutler,  lie  connected  himself  with  St.  Paul's 
Church,  and  while  activel}'  engaged  as  a  Sabbath 
school  teacher,  wrote  largely  for  tlie  Sabbath  School 
Instructor  ;  in  which  paper  were  printed  his  "  Lessons 
on  the  Commandments,"  which  were  afterwards  col- 
lected and  published  in  a  book.  Feeling  it  to  be 
his  duty  to  preach  the  gospel,  he  gave  up  business, 
studied  for  the  ministr}-,  and  was  settled  over  a 
church  in  Hanover,  Mass.,  in  1811,  where  he  re- 
mained till  1872  —  a  period  of  more  than  thirtv 
j-ears  —  faithfully  discharging  the  duties  of  a  Cluis- 
tian  teacher.  Besides  the  Lessons  on  the  Command- 
ments, Mr.  Cutler  has  published  "  Name  Above 
Every  Name  ;  "  "  AVork  of  the  Spirit ;  "  "  Origin, 
Pro"ress  and  Present  Condition  of  St.  Andrew's 
Church,  Hanover,"  and  about  a  dozen  small  tracts 
on  religious  subjects.  Mr.  Cutler  married,  first,  a 
daughter  of  the  late  Hon.  Levi  Cutler,  of  Portland  ; 
second,  a  sister  of  the  late  John  D.  Gardner.  His 
only  son  died  a  few  years  ago.  Mr.  Cutler  is  now  his- 
trioiirapher  of  the  Genealo"ical  Society  of  Boston. 

"^-  Alonzo  a.  Minku  was  born  in  Lempster,  N.  II., 
August  17,  1814.  In  1848  he  was  settled  over  the 
School  Street  Universalist  Society  in  Boston.  In 
18G2  he  was  called  to  the  Presidency  of  Tufts  Col- 
lege ;  at  the  same  time  he  discharged  his  ministerial 
duties.  The  degree  of  Doctor  of  Divinity  was  con- 
ferred upon  him  in  18G3  b}'  Harvard  Universit}-. 
Mr.  JNliner  has  been  for  3-ears  a  strong  advocate 
for  temperance  in  all  things,  and  h^  his  lectures, 


NOTES.  483 


speeches  and  writings  has  exerted  a  wide  and 
healthy  influence  in  Boston  and  the  neighboring 
towns.  He  will  not  be  satisfied  till  the  traffic  in 
ardent  spirits  ceases  entirely.  God  be  with  him  in 
his  Christian  labors  ! 

^'^  John  L.  Pakkhukst  was  born  in  Rindge,  N.  11., 
in  1789.  He  prepared  for  the  Christian  ministry, 
but  preached  for  a  short  time  onlj*.  la  1825  he 
removed  to  Portland,  and  took  charge  of  the  edi- 
torial department  of  the  Christian  Mirror,  which  for 
one  3-ear  he  conducted  with  ability  and  Christian 
fidelit}'.  He  then  published  the  "  Teachers'  Guide," 
which  was  continued  monthly  for  about  twelve  months. 
He  soon  after  removed  to  Standish,*  Me.,  where  he 
taught  school  for  several  j-ears.     Mr.  P.  was  the 

*  Standish  is  about  fifteen  miles  from  Portland,  and 
was  the  residence  of  our  old  friend,  Thomas  Siiaw,  who 
was  born  in  Hampton,  N.  II.,  October  10,  1753,  and  re- 
moved to  ytandish,  witli  his  father,  wlien  lie  was  nine 
years  of  age.  Mr.  Sliaw  had  no  scliool  privileges,  and  I 
think  his  son  informed  me  that  lie  never  attended  school 
a  day  in  his  life  ;  but  he  learned  to  read  and  write,  and 
picked  up  a  great  deal  of  general  knowledge.  In  177.5  he 
entered  the  Continental  Army,  under  Cohmel  Edmund 
Phinney,  of  Gorham,  and  was  discharged  in  1770  at  Fort 
George,  and  walked  all  the  way  home.  lie  «oon  after  set- 
tled on  a  farm.  When  we  knew  Mr.  Shaw,  some  fifty 
years  ago,  he  was  a  genial  old  gentleman  who  found  pleas- 
ure in  writing  songs,  mostly  religious  ;  often  taking  lliem 
to  Portland,  where  he  liad  them  printed.  From  onv  of  the 
few  we  have  preserved,  we  take  the  following  quaint  stanza 
as  a  specimen  of  his  poetic  powers:  — 

"Adam  of  old,  as  we  are  told, 
That  he  had  two  beloved  sons, 
And  C'ain  arose,  with  heavy  ])lows, 
And  kill-ed  Abel  without  guns." 

Mr.  Shaw  was  a  kind  neighbor,  temperate,  hopeful  and 
happy,  and  died  peacefully,  Octol)cr  20,  18;J.S,  aged  85 
years.  Daniel  Shaw,  son  of  Thomas,  who  often  corres- 
I)onded  with  us  —  a  most  exemplary  man  and  Christian 
—  died  m  Standish,  June  17,  1874,  aged  nearly  87  years. 


48-4  NOTES. 

author  of  a  book  on  Natural  Pliilosoph)',  and  several 
educational  works.  In  all  the  relations  of  life,  Mr. 
P.  was  an  exemplary  man  and  a  true  Christian. 
He  was  one  of  the  most  childlike,  tender-hearted, 
guileless  and  conscientious  men  Ave  ever  knew.  Mr. 
Parkhurst  died  in  Gorham,  Me.,  Maj^  20,  1850,  aged 
CI  years. 

^^*  RoBEKT  C.  Waterston  was  born  in  Kenne- 
bunk,  Maine,  March  20,  1812.  He  removed  to  Bos- 
ton when  young,  and  studied  theology  at  Cambridge, 
and  was  ordained  in  1839.  For  five  years  he  was 
minister  at  large  in  Boston,  and  has  been  pastor 
of  several  churches.  Mr.  Waterston  is  the  author 
of  "Thoughts  on  Moral  and  Spiritual  Culture,"  1842  ; 
Arthur  Lee  and  Tom  Palmer  ;  Address  on  the  Life 
and  Character  of  Thomas  Sherwin  ;  Address  on  the 
Character  of  Charles  iSprague.;  and  several  poems, 
addresses  and  sermons,  besides  contributing  largely 
to  annuals  and  monthly  magazines.  He  has  also 
compiled  a  hymn-book  for  use  in  our  churches.  Mr. 
W.  is  a  most  amiable,  sincere  Christian  man,  and  is 
exertins:  a  salutarv  influence  all  around  him.  He 
resides  at  present  in  Boston. 

"^■^  Franklin  F.  Heard  was  born  in  AVa3'land, 
Mass.,  January  17,  1825;  graduated  at  Harvard 
College  in  1848,  and  is  now  in  the  practice  of  law 
in  Boston.  JNIr.  Heard  is  the  author  of  the  "  Curiosi- 
ties of  Law,"  and  has  edited  an  edition  of  Bacon's 
Essays,  adding  many  Notes  and  a  Glossarial  Index. 

^^^  James  T.  Fields  was  born  in  Portsmouth, 
N.  IL,  December  31,  1817,  and  in  carl}'  life  re- 
moved to  Boston,  and  entered  as  clerk  in  a  book- 
store. He  has  delivered  several  poems  before  liter- 
ary societies,  and  was  editor  of  the  Atlantic  Monthly 
for  nearl}'  ten  years.  He  is  now  a  popular  lecturer. 
Mr.  Fields  has  published  "  Yesterdays  willi  Au- 
thors," and  two  volumes  of  poems.  In  1858  Har- 
vard College  conferred  on  Mr.  F.  the  honorary 
degree  of  A.  M. 


NOTES.  485 

^'^  Se ARGENT  S.  Prentiss  was  born  in  Portland, 
Me.,  September  30,  1808  ;  graduated  at  Bowdoin 
College  in  1827,  and  commenced  the  study  of  law 
with  Josiah  Pierce,  of  Gorham,  but  concluded  to  go 
West,  and  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  1829.  In 
1832  we  find  him  in  Vicksburg,  Miss.,  where  he 
gained  a  very  important  suit,  involving  a  large 
amount  of  property.  This  achievement  gave  him 
a  high  reputation.  He  was  elected  to  the  State 
Legislature  in  1835.  A  vear  or  two  later  he  was 
chosen  a  member  of  the  United  States  House  of 
Kepresentatives.  In  1845  Mr.  Prentiss  removed  to 
New  Orleans,  where  he  continued  at  the  head  of  the 
bar  until  he  was  broken  down  in  health. 

Mr.  Prentiss  was  lame  IVom  his  birth.  He  Avas 
peculiarly  sensitive,  and  this  affliction  troubled  him 
exceedingl}'.  It  made  him  for  3'ears  avoid  the  so- 
ciet}'  of  females,  Avith  the  morbid  idea  that  he  was 
scorned  by  them.  A  moment's  serious  reflection 
should  have  satisfied  him  that  the  intelligent  and 
worthy  of  the  other  sex  are  captivated  more  by 
intelligence  and  genius  than  by  the  outward  ibrm. 
however  rough  or  defective.  A  rather  injudicious 
friend  once  inquired  of  him,  "  Mr.  Prentiss,  wliat 
made  you  lame?"  He  instantly  replied,  "  Goil's 
curse,  sir ! "  But  the  almost  broken-hearted  man 
turned  away,  and  sought  his  chamber  to  weep  in 
agony. 

Tills  remarkabl3'-talented  man  died  in  Longwood, 
near  Natchez,  Miss.,  Jul}'  1,  1850,  aged  nearly  12 
years.  A  Memoir  of  Mr.  I'ri'utiss  was  written  by 
his  brother,  Kev.  George  Prentiss,  D.  D.,  ami  i)ub- 
liohed  in  two  volumes. 

'"'*  Samukl  Blntin  was  for  many  years  the  Town 
Crier  in  Portland.  He  was  a  native  of  the  North  of 
Irc'hind,  binn  of  Scotch  pari'uls.  While  in  the  ser- 
vice of  a  Scotch  nobleman,  he  married  his  danghtei', 
contrai-y  to  the  wishes  of  her  parents,  and  slu;  was 
disinherited.     'Mv.  15.  came  to  this  coiuilrv,  and  set- 


48G  NOTES. 

tied  in  Portland.  He  died  in  Augnst,  1829,  having 
lived  nearly  a  eentuiy. 

^^'^  Timothy  Fletcher  was  for  many  j-ears  an 
auctioneer  in  Portland.  He  kept  at  No.  4  Merrill's 
Row,  Fore  street.  Daniel  Webster  married  a  sister 
of  Mr.  F.  Mr.  Fletcher  removed  to  Boston,  where 
he  died  in  September,  1842,  aged  62  years. 

^-"  John  D.  Gardner  was  born  in  Boston,  Decem- 
ber 22,  1799,  and  in  early  life  removed  with  his 
father  to  Exeter,  N.  H.  In  1822  Mr.  G.  went  to 
Portland,  and  opened  an  auction  and  commission 
house  at  No.  5,  Central  Row,  Fore  street,  where  for 
many  3-ears  he  did  an  extensive  business.  He  mar- 
ried a  daughter  of  the  late  Captain  John  Dicks.  Mr. 
Gardner  removed  to  Boston,  where  he  long  resided. 
He  died  in  Brooklyn,  N,  Y.,  January  25, 18G9,  aged 
69  j-ears.  Both  Mr.  Fletcher  and  Mr.  Gardner  em- 
ploA'ed  Mr.  Buntin  to  crj'  their  auction  sales  through 
the  streets  of  Portland. 

^-^  Burnham's  Wharf  was  at  the  foot  of  Deer 
street,  in  Portland  ;  at  the  head  of  which  John  Col- 
lins fur  many  years  kept  a  grocer}^  store.  The  bo3's 
who  lived  in  the  vicinit}-  would  often  resort  to  this 
wharf  to  fish  ;  not  being  extended  a  long  distance, 
it  was  seldom  obstructed  by  vessels. 

'^--  Union  Hall  was  on  Free  street,  Portland.  It 
was  built  by  Mr.  Reuben  Morton,  a  wealthy  mer- 
chant. At  this  period,  as  there  were  but  few  spa- 
cious buildings  in  town,  this  Hall  was  occui)ied  by 
various  societies,  to  hold  their  meetings,  and  for 
public  entertainments. 

"-"  IlAKiaicT  Newell,  daughter  of  Mr.  Moses  At- 
wood,  was  born  in  Haverhill,  Mass.,  October  10, 
1793.  She  married  Rev.  Samuel  Newell,  a  native 
of  Durham,  INIairic,  and  accompanied  him  as  a  mis- 
sionary, and  died  at  tjie  Isle  of  France,  October  13, 
1812,  aged  19  years.  A  Memoir  of  Mrs.  Newell 
was  written  by  Dr.  AVoods,  man}'  editions  of  which 
have  been  published. 


NOTES.  487 

^*  Florpxce  Nightingale  was  born  in  Florence, 
Ital}',  in  1823.  She  is  a  veiy  benevolent  lad}-,  and 
has  been  distinguished  for  her  devotion  to  the  in- 
mates of  hospitals,  in  providing-  suitable  food,  beds 
and  medicine.  Miss  Nightingale  published  a  valu- 
able work  entitled  "  Notes  on  Nnrsina;." 

^^  Jexky  Lixd,  a  distinguished  vocalist,  was  born 
in  Stockholm,  Sweden,  October  G,  1821.  In  1850 
she  visited  the  United  States,  and  was  listened  to 
b}?"  admiring  thousands.  In  Februar}',  1852,  she 
was  married  in  Boston  to  Otto  Goldschmidt,  with 
whom  she  soon  after  returned  to  Europe. 

^-^  Hexkietta  Hamlix,  whose  maiden  name  was 
Jackson,  wife  of  Rev.  Cyrus  Hamlin,  was  born  in 
Dorset,  Vt.,  in  Ma}',  1811.  She  accompanied  her 
liusband  to  Constantinople  in  December,  1838,  and 
labored  faithfuUv  as  a  missionary  till  her  death, 
which  occurred  November  14,  1850,  at  the  age  of 
39  years.  "Light  on  the  Dark  River"  gives  an 
interesting  account  of  the  life  and  character  of  Mrs. 
Hamlin. 

^-'^  ELizAiiETii  B.  DwiGHT,  danglitcr  of  Mr.  Joshua 
Baker,  was  born  in  North  Andover,  Mass.,  1807. 
In  January,  1830,  she  was  married  to  Rev.  H.  G. 
O.  Dwight,  and  sailed  the  same  month  for  Malta, 
where  she  labored  faithfully  with  her  husband  as 
a  missionary  for  more  than  two  years,  when  she 
removed  to  Constantinople,  where  she  spent  the 
remainder  of  her  days.  She  died  of  the  plague 
in  July,  1837,  aged  30  years.  Her  life  was  pub- 
lished in  1840. 

"-^  Hakkiet  W.  LATiiKor  was  born  in  Norwich, 
Conn.,  April  9, 179G.  January  11,  l.sil),  she  married 
Rev.  Myron  "Win slow,  and  soon  after  (•inl)arko(l  fi-om 
Boston  for  the  Madras  mission.  After  laboring  faith- 
full}'  among  the  natives  for  more  than  a  dozen 
years,  she  died  January  14,  1833,  aged  38  years.  A 
memoir  of  INIrs.  Winslow,  written  by  her  husband, 
was  published  in  1835. 


488  NOTES. 

^-"^  Helen  L.  Gilson  was  bom  November  22, 
1835.  During  our  recent  civil  war  she  left  her 
home  in  Chelsea,  and  sought  the  field  of  battle  and 
the  hospitals  of  the  wounded,  and  was  assiduous  in 
her  efforts  to  ameliorate  the  condition  of  the  sick 
and  wounded.  At  the  close  of  the  war  she  re- 
turned to  Chelsea,  and  died  April  20,  18G3,  aged  32 
3'ears.  A  beautiful  monument  has  been  erected  to 
her  memorj'  in  Woodlawn  Cemetery,  from  contribu- 
tions of  the  soldiers  in  the  army. 

•■^"^  Caroline  D.  Howe  is  a  native  of  Portland, 
Me.,  and  daughter  of  the  late  Apollo  Howe.  For 
many  years  she  was  a  faithful  teacher  in  the  public 
schools.  For  some  time  she  taught  in  Massachusetts. 
She  has  written  several  beautiful  poems,  which  have 
found  their  way  into  many  of  our  periodicals,  and 
been  read  with  pleasure  in  the  domestic  circle. 

'■'"'  Hannah  F.  Gould  was  born  in  Lancaster, 
Mass.,  in  1789.  In  early  life  she  removed  to  New- 
buryport,  and  taught  school  for  a  number  of  years. 
Several  volumes  of  her  poems  have  been  published. 
She  was  also  the  author  of  "  Gathered  Leaves  ; " 
"  The Diosma  ;  "  "  Youth's  Coronal ; "  and  "Hymns 
and  Poems  for  Children."  Miss  Gould  died  Sep- 
tember 5,  1865,  aged  76  years. 

^ELizAiiETii  liowE,  a  devout  Christian  lady, 
daughter  of  Rev.  Walter  Singer,  was  born  in  11- 
chester,  England,  September  li,  1674.  She  was  the 
author  of  "Friendship  in  Deatli,  in  twenty  Letters 
from  the  Dead  to  the  Living ; "  "  Letters,  Moral 
and  Entertaining  ; "  "  History  of  Joseph,"  a  poem  ; 
a  volume  of  miscellaneous  poems,  and  wliat  is  best 
known  of  her  works,  "Devout  Exercises  of  the 
Heart,"  prefaced  by  Dr.  Watts.  Mrs.  Powe  died 
suddenly  on  Sabbath  morning,  Februar}-  20,  1737, 
aged  62  j-ears. 

•''^'Lydia  H.  Sigournky  was  born  in  Norwich, 
Conn.,  September  1,  1791,  and  was  a  daughter  of 
Mr.  Huntley.     In  1809  she  married  Charles  Sigour- 


NOTES.  480 

ne}",  a,  merchant  of  Hartford,  where  she  resided  till 
her  death,  whicli  occurred  June  10,  18G5,  at  tlie  age 
of  73  3'ears.  Mrs.  Sigourney  was  the  author  of 
"  ]Moral  Pieces  iu  Prose  and  Verse  ; "  "  Pleasant 
Memories  of  Pleasant  Lands  ;  "  ''  Zinzendorf  and 
other  Poems;"  " Letters  to  Mothers  ; "  "Scenes  in 
my  Native  Land  ;  "  "  Past  Meridian  ;"  "  Letters  of 
Life,"  and  various  other  works. 

^'Elizabeth  Fry  and  her  six  sisters  were  daugh- 
ters of  John  Gurnc}",  a  wealth}^  hanker  of  Nor- 
wich, P^ngland.  He  was  a  member  of  the  Societ}^  of 
Friends.  The  sisters  were  distinguished  for  their 
intelligence  and  benevolence.  Elizabeth,  the  most 
prominent,  was  born  at  Bramton  May  21,  1780,  and 
married  Joseph  Fry.  She  afterwards  removed  to 
London  and  became  a  preacher  among  the  Friends. 
Her  sympathies  were  with  the  poor  and  the  op- 
pressed, and  she  labored  long  and  ardently  to  ame- 
liorate their  condition'.  She  accomplished  a  large 
amount  of  good  during  her  life.  Her  death  occurred 
at  Ramsgate,  October  12,  1845,  at  the  age  of  05 
3'ears.  A  memoir  of  Mrs.  Fry,  edited  by  her  two 
daughters,  has  been  published  iu  two  volumes  octavo. 

^  Elizabeth  Grace  was  the  daughter  of  Deacon 
Jacob  Mitchell,  who  for  man}-  ^-ears  represented  the 
town  of  North  Yarmouth  in  the  Massachusetts  Legis- 
lature, and  who  died  just  before  the  close  of  the  last 
centur}'.  She  was  born  in  North  Yarmouth,  Me., 
December  8,  1774  ;  was  early  left  a  widow,  with  two 
children,  and  removed  to  Portland  iu  1808 ;  the 
same  year  that  her  brother-in-law,  the  late  Hon. 
Levi  Cutter,  took  up  his  residence  in  that  town. 
Mrs.  Grace  connected  herself  with  Dr.  Pay  son's 
Church,  and  continued  an  active  nuMn1)er  during 
her  whole  life.  AV'e  shall  not  soon  forget  the  .sum- 
mer day  we  spent  in  North  Yarmouth  with  her  at 
her  lirothor's,  Deacon  Jacob  INIilclu'll.  IMr.  M.  was 
a  man  of  huge  Christian  experience,  and  very  intel- 
ligent.    He  did  all  in  his  power  to  entertain  us,  and 


490  NOTES. 

we  left  higlily  gratified  with  our  visit.  The  good 
Deacon  died  February  4,  1848,  aged  84.  He  had 
faithfull}'  fulfilled  his  office  for  upwards  of  fifty 
years,  having  been  elected  Deacon  April  7,  17'JG. 
A  discourse  delivered  at  his  funeral  was  published. 
For  a  long  series  of  years  we  saw  much  of  JNIrs. 
Grace,  and  learned  to  appreciate  the  worth  of  this 
excellent  woman.  Conscientious  in  the  performance 
of  all  her  duties  ;  a  tender  and  affectionate  mother  ; 
a  kind  and  accommodating  neighbor  ;  a  sincere  and 
devoted  friend ;  a  humble  and  self-den3-ing  Chris- 
tian ;  —  how  could  we  but  esteem,  cherish  and  love 
her?  And  now,  after  a  lapse  of  more  than  thirt}' 
3^ears,  nothing  is  more  pleasant  and  grateful  to  us 
than  to  recall  her  kindness,  and  give  this  testimony 
to  her  exalted  virtues.  We  cannot  forget  her  be- 
nevolent acts,  her  wise  counsels  and  her  unselfish 
devotion  in  promoting  tlie  cause  of  hamauity  and 
relic'ion.  These  virtues  shall  long  be  an  iuheritauco 
to  those  who  knew  her — more  valuable  than  gold, 
and  precious  as  life  itself —  constantly  exciting  to 
acts  of  self-denial  in  the  cause  of  mercy  and  religion. 

Mrs.  Grace  died  in  Portland,  August  31,  1846, 
ao"ed  71  vears.  Mrs.  Aun  Maria  Oxnard,  of  Port- 
land,  is  a  daughter  of  INIrs.  Grace. 

^  Elizabeth  Oakes  Smith  was  born  in  Cumber- 
land, Me.,  a  beautiful  country  town,  about  a  dozen 
miles  from  Portland.  Her  father,  David  Cushing 
Prince,  Captain  of  the  brig  Ranger,  was  lost  in  a 
storm  at  sea  at  the  earlj'  age  of  24  years,  when  Eliz- 
abeth was  but  an  infant.  Her  mother  marrying 
Captain  Lemuel  Sawyer,  she  removed  to  Portland 
with  the  family  when  she  was  three  or  four 
years  old.  Elizabeth  for  awhile  attended  school 
taught  by  Miss  Amelia  Folsom,  in  what  is  called 
the  Chadwick  House,  next  to  the  First  Parish 
Church  ;  afterwards  she  was  a  member  of  the  school 
kept  by  the  INIisses  INIayo,  on  the  street  named  for 
the  family.     For  a  short  time  Miss  Rachel  Neal  was 


NOTES.  491 

her  instructress.  For  a  few  clays  she  was  one  of  the 
pupils  in  Nicholas  Loring's  school,  kept  on  Back 
street,  near  the  head  of  King  street.  As  we  once 
attended  this  school,  we  have  a  sort  of  attachment 
for  the  old  school-house.  Finall}-  Miss  Prince  grad- 
uated at  the  excellent  institution  kept  by  Miss 
Penelope  and  Miss  Eliza  Martin  on  King  street. 
Her  earl}'  teacher,  Miss  Folsom,  Elizabeth  venerated 
and  loved,  and  the  attachment  was  mutual.  INIiss 
F.  was  tender,  affectionate,  and  sincerel}'  pious. 
It  was  her  teacher's  custom  to  give  out  a  ticket  of 
merit  ever}'  week,  and  Elizabeth  seldom  failed  to 
receive  one.  At  the  end  of  six  months  a  prize  of  a 
book  was  given  for  scholarship  and  good  behaviour. 
The  prize  was  awarded  to  Elizabeth,  who  took  it 
with  a  flood  of  tears,  and  lingered  in  the  room  until 
she  could  see  her  teacher  alone.  She  then  implored 
her  to  erase  her  name  from  the  book  and  write 
instead  the  name  of  Ellen,  one  of  her  little  friends, 
who  was  greatly  disappointed  in  not  receiving  the 
present.  "The  book  is  yours,  and  I  must  give  it  to 
the  most  deserving,"  said  her  teacher  ;  "  you  have 
won  it."  "  No,  no,"  cried  the  pupil,  "  I  have  not 
tried  in  the  least.  I  think  the  one  who  tries  to  win 
it  ought  to  have  the  prize.  Nellie  has  tried  hard 
and  did  not  get  it."  The  good  woman  put  her 
arras  around  the  unselfish  pupil  and  kissed  her  most 
tenderly.  Although  many  3ears  have  since  passetl, 
the  remembrance  of  that  scene,  we  doubt  not,  is 
pleasant  to  our  friend.  We  know  the  tears  fall 
from  her  eyes  when  she  ruciills  this  lovely  woman, 
whose  spirit  was  early  called  to  heaven. 

At  a  tender  ago  Miss  Prince  married  IMr.  Seba 
Smith,  editor  of  the  Eastern  Argus,  who  aftcrwaids 
became  famous  as  the  author  of  the  Jai-k  Downing 
Letters,  which  first  ai)peared  in  the  Portland  Courier, 
of  which  he  was  proprietor.  ]Many  years  ago  Mrs. 
Smith,  with  her  husband,  took  up  their  resid(Mice  in 
New  York,  in  which  State  she  resided  till  a  yoar  or 


492  NOTES. 

two  since,  when  she  removed  to  North  Carolina  to 
live  with  a  son,  her  husband  having  died  in  18G8. 

A  few  3-ears  ago  Mrs.  Smith,  with  one  of  lier  sons, 
was  travelling  in  the  vicinity  near  where  she  was 
born.  She  had  an  irresistible  desire  to  see  the 
beautiful  little  cottage  —  the  home  of  her  early 
childhood.  Approaching  it,  she  saw  a  fair  young 
woman  watering  flowers  in  the  garden.  She  stopped, 
asked  her  for  a  rose,  and  entered  into  conversation 
with  her.  She  was  a  pleasant  woman,  with  two 
little  children  beside  her.  "You  must  come  in," 
said  the  young  mother,  "  and  I  will  show  you  the 
room  in  which  Elizabeth  Oakes  Smith,  the  poetess, 
was  born."  She  gladly  improved  the  opportunit}-, 
while  many  tender  thoughts  of  her  father  and 
mother  crowded  into  her  mind.  She  parted  cor- 
diall}-  with  the  stranger,  without  intimating  to  her 
who  she  was.  A  ver}'  pleasing  incident  for  Mrs.  S. 
to  remember. 

We  have  before  us  several  letters  received  from 
Mrs.  Smith.  As  allusion  is  made  to  the  beautiful 
town  of  our  birth,  and  the  friends  of  early  3'ears, 
whose  names  appear  in  this  work,  we  do  not  hesitate 
to  make  a  few  extracts  : 

"I  have  latel}'  been  in  the  woods  to  gather  the 
trailing  arbutus.  The}-  are  very  fresh  and  beautiful. 
Do  you  remember  the  long  walks  we  used  to  take 
to  liramhall's  hill  for  Ma 3' flowers  ?  I  suppose  the 
old  tangled  grounds  are  now  covered  with  buildings. 
Once,  in  one  of  these  excursions,  we  were  chased  by 
a  pretty  large  snake  of  a  dusky  color,  and  a  cluster 
of  red  spots  on  the  back  of  the  neck.  He  would 
double  himself  up  and  spring  at  us.  We  fled  till 
he  gained  upon  us,  and  then  I  killed  him  Avith  blows 
whicli  must  have  broken  his  back. 

"You  allude  to  localities  in  Portland,  which 
brought  me  a  thousand  i)k'asaut  reminiscences  of 
childhood,  and  awakened  an  almost  homesick  desire 
to  return  to  the  old  place,  and  exclaim,  '  I  am  come, 


NOTES.  493 

Fatlioi-  Abbot,  to  la}*  m}-  bones  amongst  j'ou.'  But, 
'  Alas  !  deserted  arc  the  chambers  of  INIoina.'  Few 
of  the  dear  ones  are  left  me,  and  those  few  perhaps 
are  estranged.     So  goes  the  world. 

"  Many  of  those  to  whom  3'on  refer,  as  among  the 
departed,  were  friends  of  mine  also.  Stephen  Patten 
was  for  many  years  a  neighbor.  Mr.  Gcrrish  I  used 
to  play  chess  with.  ]Mr.  Cutter  was  as  steady  as  a 
mile-post.  Then  there  were  the  Greelys,  the  Os- 
goods,  and  the  Crabtrees :  all,  ad  gone.  I  wonder 
if  all  remember  them  as  tenderly  as  we  do?  Dr. 
Nichols  was  nearlj-  a  saint ;  a  man  of  great  learning, 
an  original  and  profound  thinker,  Avith  a  heart  filled 
Avith  the  best  human  sj-mpathies. 

"  I  am  pleased  to  hear  from  Mrs.  Sewall,  the 
author  of  "  Why  thus  Longing,"  etc.,  which  has  a 
tranquil  force,  liice  one  of  the  old  Mediaeval  hj'mns. 

"  William  Ladd  was  an  old  friend  of  my  mother, 
and  used  to  visit  us  when  a  child.  He  was  genial, 
religious,  and  a  truly  good  man.  Besides  this  he 
was  an  eloquent  speaker,  who  threw  his  avIioIc  strong 
mind  into  the  great  subject  of  peace.  Captain  Ladd 
enthused  Rev.  Mr.  Stone,  who  wrote  an  admirable 
little  book  on  Peace  and  AVar. 

"  I  am  glad  to  hear  such  good  tidings  of  that  good 
piece  of  solid  gold,  AVilliam  Llo3-d  Garrison.  lie 
used  to  think  I  bore  some  resemblance  to  Lucretia 
Mott. 

"  I  remember  especiall}'  Charles  P.  Ilsloy,  who 
edited  the  Transcript.  I  thought  his  stories  ex- 
cellent. The  humorous  sketches  of  Nathaniel  Decr- 
ing  were  inimitaljic. 

"  I  note  and  appreciate  all  you  saj'  of  our  noble 
friend,  John  Neal,  the  earnest,  true  lover  of  all  that 
is  lovable.  He  is  a  man  full  of  liigh  genius  —  hon- 
orable, manly,  true-hearted.  A  hero,  forgotten  ])y  a 
generation  that  knew  not  Joseph.  He  is  little  un- 
derstood b}'  those  about  him,  who  cavil  at  '  the 
noblest  Roman  of  them  all.' 


494  NOTES. 

"  I  think  Neal  is  ncavl}-  of  the  same  age  as  my 
friend,  William  Cullcn  Biyant,  from  whom  I  recently 
received  a  letter  ;  and  truly  it  was  a  model  in  the 
penmanship,  taste,  and  beautiful  tenderness  of 
thought. 

"  I  have  never  swerved  from  my  respect  for  and 
admiration  of  Mr.  Neal,  and  have  tried  to  help  the 
world  to  better  understand  a  man  whose  virtues  are 
in  excess  of  those  of  most  men  and  women." 

Mrs.  Smith  is  the  author  of  "  Riches  withont 
Wings;"  "The  Sinless  Child,  and  other  Poems;" 
"The  Lost  Angel;"  "Dream  Land;"  "Bertha 
and  Lily;"  "The  Newsboy;"  "Woman  and  her 
Needs;"  "Sagamore  of  Saco ; "  "Bald  Kagle;" 
"The  Two  wives;"  "Kilty  Howard's  Journal;" 
"  Footprints  of  Time  ;  "  "  Destiny  ;"  "Jacob  Leis- 
ter ; "  "  Autobiography-,"  and  two  tragedies.  She 
has  also  written  more  than  a  hundred  sonnets  and 
innumerable  poems,  essa3's,  tales  and  sketches, 
which,  if  collected,  would  make  several  volumes. 
At  the  present  time  she  is  contributing  to  seven  or 
eight  periodicals,  besides  writing  a  book,  the  scene 
of  which  is  laid  in  Maine. 

We  have  in  our  possession  an  original  sonnet, 
written  by  Mrs.  Smith,  addressed  to  her  grandfather, 
David  Prince,  which  we  give  below  :  — 


Stately  as  Hardicanutc  stepped,  did  ho 
Stand  forth  the  relic  of  an  age  gone  by: 
Time  had  not  quenched  the  lustre  of  liis  eye, 

Nor  curbed  the  manly  bearing,  calm  yet  free, 

Born  of  command,  but  graced  with  reverency; 
All  questions  of  grave  import,  deep  or  high, 
He  lilve  tiie  war-horse  did  afar  espy, 

Predestination  aiding  miglitily. 

Last  of  the  pilgrims;  lioary  and  alone, 

Like  rooted  granite  of  liis  native  land, 
He  in  tlu;  days  of  martyrdom  liad  shone, 

Erect  and  dauntless  mid  the  Iturning  brand, 
And  lifted  up  liis  voice  of  noble  cheer. 
For  man  to  witness  —  the  just  God  to  hear. 


NOTES.  495 

''^  Sarah  Jake  Hale  was  bona  in  Newport,  N.  H., 
October  24,  1790.  Her  maiden  name  was  Buel. 
She  married  David  Hale,  a  distinguished  lawyer, 
■who  died  in  1822.  Mrs.  Hale  is  the  author  of 
"  Norwood  ;  "  "  Sketches  of  American  Character  ; " 
"  Flora's  Interpreter  ;  "  "  Traits  of  American  Life  ; " 
"  Good  Housekeeper  ;  "  "  Grosvenor,  a  tragcd}- ; " 
"  Alice  Ray  ;  "  "  Henry  Gray  ;"  "Three  Homes,  or 
the  Vigil  of  Love ; "  "  Complete  Dictionar}^  of 
Poetical  Quotations ; "  "  The  Judge,  a  drama  of 
American  Life,"  and  "Woman's  Record  from  the 
Creation  to  1854."  She  is  now  one  of  the  editors 
of  the  Lady's  Book,  and  resides  in  Philadelphia, 
which  has  been  her  home  since  1841. 

^  Elizabeth  Prentiss  is  the  wife  of  Rev.  Dr. 
Prentiss  of  New  York,  and  the  daughter  of  the  late 
Edward  Payson,  D.D.  She  was  born  in  Porthmd, 
where  she  resided  till  her  marriage.  Mrs.  Prentiss 
is  the  author  of  "  Stepping  Heavenward ; "  the 
Little  Susie  books,  and  several  others. 

^'^  Hannah  Moke  was  born  in  Stapleton,  England, 
Fcbruar}^  2,  1745.  For  many  years  she  taught 
school  in  Bristol  in  connection  with  her  sister.  At 
the  same  time  slie  commenced  authorship  and  wrote 
a  number  of  works,  which  had  a  large  sale  both  in 
England  and  in  this  country'.  "  CVelebs  in  Searcli 
of  a  Wife,"  "  The  Sliepherd  of  Salisbury  Plain,"  were 
among  her  most  popular  works.  Hef  writings  have 
been  collected  in  eleven  volumes.  She  died  at  Clif- 
ton in  September,  1833,  aged  88  j-ears. 

^"Elizabeth  Thomas  was  born  in  New  Glouces- 
ter, Me.,  August  12,  1779.  She  was  the  only 
daughter  of  Hon.  William  Widger}',  a  member  of 
Congress  from  Cumberland  district  in  1812,  and 
afterwards  Judge  of  the  Court  of  Common  Pleas. 
In  1802  Miss  W.  was  married  to  Elias  Thomas, 
Esq.,  who  died  August  5,  1872,  at  the  advanced 
age  of  one  hundred  years  and  seven  months.  ]\Irs. 
Thomas   was   a   woman   of    fine   talents   and   rare 


■49G  xoTES. 

benevolence.  She  felt  a  peculiar  intei'cst  in  the 
welfare  of  the  poor  and  oppressed,  and  earl^^  became 
an  active  Abolitionist.  She  was  a  subscriber  to  the 
Liberator  from  its  commencement,  and  generously 
contributed  to  sustain  the  anti-slavery  cause.  She 
had  great  regard  for  Mr.  Garrison,  and  one  of  her 
last  benevolent  acts  was  to  send  him  a  sum  of  money, 
the  receipt  of  which  he  acknowledged  in  a  friendly 
letter. 

The  benevolent  deeds  of  Mrs.  Thomas  were  per- 
formed noiselessl}'  and  unostentatiously.  IIow  much 
she  did  to  alleviate  suffering  and  advance  the  cause 
of  humanity  will  only  be  known  in  the  great  future. 
We  have  often  heard  her  nephew,  Josiah  Lord 
Thomas,*  who  once  boarded  in  our  famih-,  speak  of 
her  kindness  to  him  in  numerous  instances.  When 
in  circumstances  of  need,  she  proved  a  sincere  and 
faithful  friend,  whose  deeds  of  charity  he  did  not 
forget. 

The  poor  always  found  in  Mrs.  T.  a  protector  and 
counsellor,  and  the  afflicted  sought  to  pour  into 
her  bosom  the  tale  of  their  distresses.  This  good 
woman  died  July  2,  1861,  aged  nearly  82,  after  a 

*  JosiAn  Lord  Thomas  was  so  singular  a  compound 
that  lie  will  not  soon  be  forgotten.  Working  at  tlie  i)rin- 
ter's  trade,  he  conceived  the  idea  of  starting  a  paper  of 
liis  own.  lie  succeeded,  and  called  it  tlie  "Portland 
Oenius."  It  was  not  published  regularly,  but  occasion- 
ally, for  several  years.  It  was  at  times  a  little  censorious, 
and  often  filled  with  his  grievances  ;  but  occasionally  a 
l)riglit  thought  would  flash  out  amid  a  heap  of  rubbisli. 
Sometimes  tiie  editor  would  try  liis  hand  at  poetry,  two 
lines  only  of  which  we  can  remember — 

"  Ben  Franklin  he  a  printer  was. 
And  tallow  chandler  "  — 

and  then  lie  would  descend  In  sober  prose.  However,  the 
"  Genius"  had  its  day,  and  the  editor  fulfilled  his  mission. 
Mr.  Thomas  was  born  in  Portland  in  1809,  and  died  Octo- 
ber 28,  1859,  aged  50  years. 


NOTES.  497 

liapp}'  union  with  her  husband  of  58  years.  lion. 
William  W.  Thomas,  late  Mayor  of  Portland,  Ed- 
ward H.  Thomas,  an  able  lawyer,  and  George  A. 
Thomas,  the  genial,  whole-souled  gentleman  and 
scholar,  are  her  sons. 

^^  Dorothea  L.  Dix  is  a  remarkabl}-  unassuming 
woman,  who  literall}'  goes  about  doing  good.  She 
has  visited  hundreds  of  prisons,  hospitals  and  asylums 
for  the  poor,  unfortunate  and  inlirm,  and  labored  to 
improve  their  condition,  and  secure  for  them  all  the 
comforts  and  blessings  of  life.  She  is  dcterniinod 
that  her  left  hand  shall  not  know  wliat  her  right 
hand  is  doing,  and  therefore  she  seeks  to  do  good  in 
a  quiet,  unostentatious  manner,  and,  if  possible,  to 
keep  her  doings  from  the  public  prints.  Why,  our 
good  friend  utterly  refused  to  give  us  the  name  of 
the  town  of  her  birth  in  New  England,  lest  we 
should  possibl}'  sa}-  a  word  in  praise  of  her  self- 
denying  Christian  efforts ;  but  we  have,  neverthe- 
less. 

In  early  life  Miss  Dix  was  the  teacher  of  a  select 
school  for  3'onng  girls.  She  is  the  author  of  *■'  The 
Garland  of  Flora  ; "  "  Prisons  and  Prison  Disci- 
pline ;"  several  books  for  children,  and  a  variety  of 
tracts  for  circulation  among  jirisoners.  We  now 
learn  that  she  is  a  native  of  Worcester,  Mass.,  and 
that  her  father  was  the  late  Joseph  Dix,  a  merchant 
of  Boston. 

^-'Thankful  IIussky  was  born  in  Batii,  IMc,  July 
24,  1759.  Iler  maiden  name  was  I'urrintou.  She 
married  Mr.  Samuel  F.  IIussc}',  who  for  many  years 
was  a  merchant  in  Portland.  Mrs.  II.  was  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Society  of  Friends,  and  for  a  long  period 
before  her  death  took  the  lead  of  the  meetings  held 
in  the  old  (Quaker  church,  on  the  corner  of  Federal 
and  School  streets.  She  was  a  superior  woman, 
kind-hearted  and  benevolent,  and  did-  nuich  towards 
helping  the  friendless  and  destitute.  IMrs.  Ilnssey's 
death  occurred  in  Portland  on  the  21th  of  INIarch, 


498  NOTES. 

1851,  at  the  advanced  age  of  91  ^-ears  and  eight 
months. 

^^  Rachel  Wilson  Neal  was  the  daughter  of  Dan- 
iel Hall,  a  member  of  the  Society  of  Friends,  and 
was  born  in  Falmouth,  Me.,  July  18,  17G9  ;  married 
Mr.  John  Neal,  and  died  in  Portland  December  11, 
1849,  aged  80  5'ears.  Her  husband  died  September 
22,  179o,  at  the  early  age  of  29,  leaving  twin  chil- 
dren, a  son  and  a  daughter,  onl3^  four  weeks  old,  to 
the  care  of  the  mother,  who,  being  a  woman  of  great 
energy  and  not  easily  discouraged,  as  soon  as  it  was 
practicable,  commenced  keeping  a  school  for  3-oung 
children,  which  occupation  she  followed  nearly  to 
the  close  of  her  davs.  During  a  long  life  Mrs.  Neal 
Avas  noted  for  industrious  habits,  and  for  her  genial 
disposition  and  benevolent  character.  AVhen  ad- 
vanced in  3'ears  her  son  built  for  her  a  neat  stone  cot- 
tao;e  on  Congress  street,  where  the  excellent  woman 
resided  with  her  daughter,  cheerful,  contented  and 
happ3',  and  making  all  her  friends  happ}''  around 
her,  as  long  as  she  lived.  With  Christian  resigna- 
tion and  a  firm  trust  in  her  Redeemer,  she  quietly 
passed  awa^',  leaving  a  memory  behind  that  will 
never  cease  to  be  fragrant.  Her  daughter,  Rachel 
Wilson  Neal,  died  Miv}-  18,  1858,  aged  nearly  65. 

Our  excellent  friend,  John  Neal,  tlie  distinguished 
author,  and  one  of  the  most  remarkable  men  of  the 
age,  is  a  son  of  this  noble  Christian  woman. 

^^■'Hauuikt  Sewall  was  born  in  Portland,  Me. 
She  is  a  daughter  of  the  late  Mr.  Nathan  Winslow, 
the  blunt,  outspoken  Friend,  who  was  the  hater  of 
American  slavery',  with  all  manner  of  oppression. 
Tlie  first  time  we  met  the  Quaker  poet,  Whittier, 
was  in  1833,  at  the  house  of  Mr.  Winslow,  Avho  had 
invited  a  few  of  his  abolition  friends  to  an  evening's 
entertainment.  The  daughter  is  now  the  wife  of 
Samuel  Yj.  Sewall,  Esq.,  a  distinguished  lawyer  of 
Boston.  She  has  written  several  fire  poems — among 
others,  the  beautiful  lines  commencing  — 


NOTES.  499 

' '  Why  thus  longing,  thus  forever  sighing 
For  the  far-off  unattaiued  and  dim"  — 

wliich  were  highly  eomplimentecl  by  Mr.  Long- 
fellow. 

^^  Abby  Woolson  is  a  native  of  Portland,  Mc, 
and  the  daughter  of  Hon.  William  Goold,  now  of 
Windham,  Me.  She  married  Mr.  Moses  Woolson, 
who  was  for  several  j-ears  the  faithful  and  efficient 
principal  of  the  girls'  high  school  in  Portland.  Mr. 
W.  has  since  taught  in  Boston  and  other  places. 
Mrs.  Woolson  is  a  woman  of  fine  natural  talents, 
and  is  the  author  of  two  or  three  works  which  were 
well  received  by  the  public.  She  is  also  quite  an 
acceptable  lecturer. 

^^•^  Caroline  Lee  Hextz  was  the  daughter  of  Gen. 
John  Whiting,  a  Revolutionary  officer,  who  died  in 
1810.  Caroline  was  born  in  Lancaster,  Mass.,  in 
1800.  In  1825  she  married  Professor  N.  M.  llentz, 
a  French  gentleman  of  talents  and  education.  She 
removed  to  North  Carolina  soon  after  her  marriage, 
where  her  husband  was  a  professor  at  Chapel  Hill. 
The^'  afterwards  removed  to  Covington,  Ken.,  and 
thence  to  Florence,  Alabama,  where  the}'  established 
a  seminar}'.  Mrs.  Ilentz  was  the  author  of  "  Plan- 
ter's Northern  Bride;"  "Linda;"  "Robert  Gra- 
ham ; "  "  Lost  Daughter  ;  "  "  Ernest  Linwood,"  and 
several  other  popular  works.  She  died  at  Mariana, 
Florida,  at  the  residence  of  her  son,  in  l^")!),  aged 
56  years.     Her  husband  died  the  year  following. 

^^  Delia  Puouty,  whose  maiden  name  was  Blos- 
som, was  born  in  Barnstable,  Mass.,  where  she 
lived  tiil  her  marriage,  and  soon  after  removed  to 
Chelsea,  Mass.,  where  she  has  resided  for  a  third  of 
a  centuiy.  Within  a  few  3-ears  she  has  lost  her  hus- 
band and  several  children  l)y  death.  She  is  con- 
nected with  the  Central  Church,  and  has  been  cliosea 
one  of  the  Deaconesses.  In  her  labor  of  love  slio 
is  unwearied,  and  exerts  a  wide  and  cheerful  influ- 
ence —  leading  by  her  Christian  work  and  exam[)lc 


500  NOTES. 

to  that  Saviour,  whom  for  j-ears  she  has  endeavored 
to  follow  and  obe}'. 

^^  Mary  Jane  Coleswortiiy  was  the  daughter  and 
onl}'  child  of  John  and  Prudence  Richardson  Bowers. 
She  was  born  in  Cambridge,  Mass.,  September  25, 
1812.  At  the  early  age  of  seven  years  she  lost  her 
father  by  death.  Four  3-ears  later  her  mother  died, 
leaving  her  an  orphan  at  the  tender  age  of  eleven 
3'ears.  Soon  after  she  went  to  Portland  to  reside 
with  her  mother's  brother,  the  late  Deacon  Alford 
Richardson,  in  whose  family  she  remained  till  her 
marriage  in  October,  1834.  In  1850  she  removed  to 
Boston  with  her  husband  and  famil}-,  remaining  in 
the  city  one  year.  In  185 1  she  became  a  resident 
of  Chelsea,  where  she  continued  till  her  death, 
which  occurred  May  27,  1874,  at  the  age  of  61 
j-ears  and  eight  months,  leaving  seven  children  to 
mourn  the  loss  of  a  kind,  devoted  and  affectionate 
mother.  Mrs.  C.  was  for  many  j-ears  a  member  of 
the  Central  Congregational  Church. 


501 


The  Year,  by  the  author  of  the  present  volume,  has  been  thus  favor- 
ably noticed : 

I  have  road  and  rc-rcad  the  very  true  and  beautiful  poem,  "The 
Yeak,"  and  have  had  my  impressions  of  the  varied  clianLres  and  phe- 
nomena of  the  seasons  deepened  and  sweetened  by  the  pi'rusal.  The  soul 
of  the  author  is  ever  beating  in  liveliest  sympathy  with  the  charming 
scenes  §f  pastoral  life;  and,  under  the  faithful  touches  of  his  pencil, 
ever  reminding  me  of  those  of  Shenstone,  Thomson,  Wordsworth  and 
Montgomery— every  thing  glows  with  fresh  life  and  lustre.  Simple,  naive, 
and  unstudied,  almost  every  verse  rolls  on;  and  the  constant  turning  of 
each  vicissitude  to  devout  and  moral  ends  and  purposes  adds  new  charms 
to  every  poem.  Some  of  the  lines  are  exquisite ;  and  I  have  treasured 
many  stanzas  in  my  memory.  What  is  said  of  Thomson  iu  January,  is 
applicable  to  his  own  fair  lines  :  — 

"  Here  Thomson,  with  his  Seasons,  filled 
With  beauty  and  with  truth  — 
The  stormy  hours  of  life  to  gild 
And  charm  the  heart  of  youth." 

How  often  I  have  felt  and  wanted  the  power  to  describe  what  ho  has 
done  so  finely  in  one  stanza  on  February  ;  — 

"  Some  frosty  morning  I  arise, 
And  lo !  the  silvery  trees 
Are  flashing  praises  to  the  skies 
With  every  gentle  breeze." 

This  is  true  poetry. 

"  M.agnificent  with  flowers !  "  is  a  remark.ably  happy  touch  in  the  fol- 
lowing poem ;  and  nothing  finer  was  ever  penned  on  April  than  — 

"  Mid  changing  skies,  that  weep  and  shine, 
And  cold  raw  winds  and  sleet, 
I  feel  beneath  the  mountain  pine 
Thy  quickening  pulses  beat." 

Not  a  word  to  add,  or  to  subtract.  Sweet  April  stands  before  mo  pic- 
tured  to  the  life !  So  in  May.  1  like  the  verse  in  which  he  honors  and 
embalms,  in  sweetest  strains,  my  favorite  spring-flower :  — 

"  The  bee  is  wandering  from  his  fold 
To  revel  with  the  flowers,  — 
And  dandelions,  crowned  with  gold. 
Nod  to  the  sunny  hours." 

The  finest  verse  in  June,  to  me,  is  this  :  — 

"  Like  tangled  threads  of  gold  between 
The  tliickly-cluslered  branclies,  falls 
The  straggling  sunlight,  while  the  scene 
Some  Magi's  wondrous  scene  recalls.' 

The  following  is  the  closing  stanza  of  September  :  — 

"  Farewell  to  care ;  one  day,  at  least, 
O'er  God's  own  work  1  am  a  king; 
His  hand  prepared  this  boundless  least. 
And  louchid  MV  heart,  and  I  will  sing. 

Who  can  forbear  to  sing  amid  the  resplendent  works  of  Iho  Almighty 

"The' whole  of  October  is  delightful.  I  think  that  "  nriirhtslde"  mu«t 
h.ave  inspired  the  pencil;  for  such  scenes  present  themselvOH  at  every 
turning. 


,02 


In  November  tlie  description  of  tlie  forsaliun  bird's  nest  is  just  as 
charming :  — 

"  Upon  the  rent  and  twisted  trees, 
Built  witli  1  wondrous  care, 
Tossing  with  every  tilful  breeze, 
Forsalien  nests  lie  bare." 

The  second  part  of  Christmas  is  remarkably  bold  and  melodious.  I 
hope  the  next  liymn-book-niaker  will  introduce  it  into  liis  work  for  the 
"  service  of  song."    Montgomery  never  wrote  anything  better. 

"How  beautiful  is  Spring!  "  is  simi^le,  sweet  and  refreshing. 

"And  vibrates  all  the  air  with  song,"  is  a  delicious  verse  lu  Summer; 
every  lover  of  music  feels  its  truthfulness  and  beauty. 

There  is  a  beautiful  lyric  suited  to  public  worship  in  the  third  part  of 
Summer,  commencing :  — 

"  Father  Almiglity  !  I  can  trace 

Thy  wisdom,  goodness,  power  and  might, 
As  potent  in  the  insect  race 
As  in  majestic  worlds  of  light." 

The  allusion  to  the  "juniper  tree"  and  the  sparrow's  nest  in  the  next 
stanza  is  very  fine.  The  verse  referring  to  the  "  dragon-fly "  in  the 
fourth  part  of  Summer  is  elegantly  original :  — 

"  Clad  in  his  mail,  tlie  dragon-fly 

Sails  flashing  in  the  noonday  rays; 
How  bright  the  steel  upon  his  thigh ! 
As  if  lie  were  a  winged  blaze." 

How  true  and  dslightful,  how  fresh  to  boyhood's  memories,  the  verse 
in  Autumn  :  — 

"  The  walnuts  and  the  acorns  brown, 
Last  to  forsake  the  naked  trees, 
Come  rattling  through  the  branches  down 
Witli  every  frosty  morning's  breeze." 

This  is  sweet  and  homelike  poetry ;  city  people  may  not  care  for  it, 
but  those  that  "  hold  communion  with  the  visil)le  forms  "  of  nature  must 
enjoy  its  beauty.  The  whole  of  Autumn  is  particularly  good.  I  very 
much  admire  the  stanza  — 

"  How  bright  the  stream  that  leaps  along, 
Rejoicing  in  the  golden  sun  ! 
It  has  for  happy  hearts  a  song, 
And  mine  —  thanks  be  to  God !  —  is  one." 

Only  a  keen  lover  of  Nature's  music  could  say  that!  It  comes  out  so 
naturally,  so  naively  and  so  heartily,  in  the  last  line,  that  I  could  but  cry 
out  in  reading  it :  Amen  ! 

"  And  MINE  —  thanks  be  to  God!  — is  one!  " 

The  prayer  in  Winter  :  — 

"  God  help  tlie  poor!  who  have  no  fire 
To  cheer  them  on  this  biting  day; 
Incline  the  deacon  and  the  squire 
To  ACT  the  saint  as  well  as  pray !  " 

is  plain,  but  to  the  point;  and  better  far  than  many  prayers  in  the 
Liturgy. 

The  second  part  of  Winter  very  vividly  describes  the  rustic  home  of 
olden  times  in  New  England,  and"  we  all  can  well  remember  the  days 
when  tlic  picture  was  a  sweet  reality  :  — 


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"  And  strongly  fastened  to  a  spite, 
The  looking-glass :  beneath, 
An  ancient  portrait  of  Van  Dyke, 
And  one  of  General  Heath !  " 

"  The  clothes-horse  in  the  corner  spread. 
Round  wliich  the  kittens  play,  — 
The  old  house-clock,  once  painted  red, 
Ticking  the  hours  away." 

Tcs,  the  homely  joys,  the  heartfelt  scenes  of  our  dear  home  and 
country-life,  the  autlior  has  fearlessly  and  charmingly  portrayed  in 
poems  on  the  seasons  of  tlie  year.  More  pretentious  lyrics  meet  the  ear 
continually ;  but  few  strike  home  with  sweeter  music  to  the  afl'ections  of 
the  loving  heart.  These  scenes  are  New  England  scenes ;  and  hence  I 
love  to  gaze  upon  their  beauty. 

"  Thus  I  am  singing  evermore. 
In  a  sweet  happy  strain," 

the  author  says  in  closing.  Well,  sing  on.  The  key-note  is  golden. 
Such  music  takes  the  sting  from  care  and  toil,  and  makes  many  others 
sing.  Then,  sing  on,  O  liappy  heart!  and  may  God  keep  it  long  beating, 
ever  in  sympathy  with  divinity  in  nature  and  divinity  in  grace!  —  Rev. 
Elias  Nason. 

"  The  Tear."  "Without  any  extravagant  pretensions,  our  old  towns- 
man, D.  C.  Colesworthy,  has  come  forth  anew  for  the  satisfaction  of  all 
who  have  been  familiar  with  his  pleasant  writings  for  a  whole  gen- 
eration. 

With  characteristic  versos  for  every  month  of  the  year,  and  for  Christ- 
mas and  the  four  seasons,  j'ou  are  invited  to  follow  him  into  the  woods 
and  along  the  river-side  and  sea-shore,  to  look  up  and  rejoice  with  all 
your  heart  and  all  your  strength,  in  the  blue  skies,  the  overshadowing 
tree-tops,  the  singing  of  birds  and  the  rippling  of  waters.  Can  you 
refuse?    I,  for  one,  cannot. 

Many  of  these  poems  —  with  all  their  simplicity  and  homeliness  at 
times  —  illuminated  with  occasional  flashes  of  genuine  poetry  —  are  ab- 
solutely goUlen,  for  their  truthfulness  and  familiar  teachings.  Take  a 
sample  or  two  in  proof. 

"  The  trees  are  flinging  on  the  air 
Their  wealth  of  rich  perfume ; 
It  is  their  daily  grateful  prayer 
From  speechless  lips  of  bloom." 

Apple  blossoms,  of  course.    But  ag.ain  :  — 

"  The  bee  is  wandering  from  his  fold, 
To  revel  with  the  flowers. 
And  dandelions  crowned  with  gold 
Nod  to  the  sunny  hours. 

"  How  beaiitlfiil  yon  waterfall, 

Throwing  its  molten  silver  o'er 
The  rough,  ill-shaiicn  granite  wall, 
Or  sparkling  on  the  pebbly  floor." 

"  Whose  shadows  tremble  in  tho  buo." 

A  drop  of  pure  gold. 


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"  Flowers  breathe  their  dying  melodies." 

If  Shakespeare,  Milton,  or  Byron,  or  "Wordsworth  had  written  this 
line,  it  would  have  been  quoted  and  praised  by  everybody. 

"  The  winds  a- piping  hoarse  and  loud 
Through  branches  torn  and  bare, 
That  closer  to  each  other  crowd, 
Swept  by  the  frosty  air." 
Again :  — 

"  Clad  in  his  mail,  the  dragon-fly 

Sails  (lashing in  the  noonday  rays; 
How  bright  the  steel  upon  his  thigh! 
As  if  he  were  a  winged  blaze. 

"  I  love  to  watch  the  sparkling  snow, 
That  on  the  mountain  lies; 
The  shadows,  as  they  come  and  go 
Beneath  our  dark-blue  skies." 

"  The  waters  trembled  with  the  heat," 
is  capital. 

"  To  feel  the  pulse  of  Nature  here." 

Another  of  those  golden  drops. 

Th.at  the  author  has  wonderfully  improved  of  late,  in  his  versification, 
as  well  as  in  his  picturing  and  familiar  tones  of  thought,  must  be 
acknowledged. 

In  a  word,  this  little  book  will  be,  and  ought  to  be,  most  heartily  wel- 
comed by  the  lovers  of  simple,  sweet,  household  poetry  —  the  hymning 
of  the  fireside  and  supper-table  prayers  set  to  music.  —John  Neal. 

"The  Year"  is  written  in  such  a  kindly,  genial  spirit,  that  it  must  help 
to  make  the  world  better  and  happier."—  Lydia  Makia  Child. 

"The  Year  "  I  have  read  througli  once,  and  I  am  now  reading  it  the 
second  time.  The  pieces  are  real  photographs  of  Nature.  The  author 
must  be  a  very  close  student  of  God's  works,  for  almost  every  word  ho 
utters  is  a  picture  of  something  that  has  sprung  from  the  hands  of  the 
Almighty. 

One  of  the  verses  carried  me  right  to  the  ""Whit*  Mountains,"  where 
I  have  m.ade  a  great  many  pilgrunages,  and  where  my  soul  has  gained 
inspiration  and  power : 

"  By  mountains  strong  —  superbly  grand  — 
On  either  side  I'm  walled  around  — 
And  lofty  trees  majestic  stand, 
Wliile  verdure  clothes  the  mellow  ground." 

liev.  C.  D.  Bradlee. 

I  have  read  every  word  of  "  TiiE  Year  "  with  sincere  pleasure.  It  is 
so  calm  and  natural,  so  quiet  and  restful,  that  I  found  satisfaction  in 
every  page.  It  reminded  me  often  of  some  of  the  pieces  of  Cowper  — 
not  piquant  and  striking,  but  true  to  nature  and  breathing  of  home-life 
and  nature's  simple  joys,  and  the  music  and  pleasures  of  the  heart. 

It  has  been  the  aiitlior's  rare  good  fortune  to  write  already  eome  of 
those  simple  and  touching  lays  —  like 

"  A  little  .word  in  kindness  spoken," 

which  I  have  seen  in  Spanish— which  appeal  to  every  one's  sense  of 
truth  and  propriety,  and  which  in  our  own  andutlur  tongues  will  long  live 
among  tlie  n)oving  forces  of  this  world.     While  he  has  diligently  plied 


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his  secular  business,  the  author  has  great  reason  to  bo  grateful  that  he 
has  been  permitted  to  speak  worils  of  truth  and  beauty  which  have 
added  to  the  pleasure  and  the  goodness  of  his  fellow-men,  and  will  long 
bear  blissful  fruit.  May  he  live  long  to  enjoy  the  reward  of  liis  labors, 
and  to  feel  the  satisfaction  that  he  has  not  lived  in  vain."  —  Kev. 
S.  F.  Smith,  D.D. 

I  have  read  "  TnE  Tear  "  with  interest  and  pleasure,  admiring  much 
the  serene,  peaceful  spirit  which  h.^s  thus  found  titling  expression.  It  is 
much  to  live  in  such  sweet  compunionsliip  with  Nature,  and  to  "see 
into  the  heart  of  things."  They  are  pure  in  thought  and  language,  with 
the  blush  of  youth  and  modesty  instinct  upon  every  page. 

I  lilce  tlio  dedication  to  John  Neal  —  a  man  full  of  liigh  genius;  honor- 
able, manly,  true-hearted.  A  hero,  forgotten  by  a  generation  who  knew 
not  Joseph.  If  this  world  were  all  and  the  end  of  all,  there  would  be 
but  little  to  live  for  in  it ;  but  these  poems  show  that  the  author  lives  as 
one  who  waiteth  the  Master's  call. —Elizabeth  Oakes  Smith. 

I  enjoyed  a  pleasing  Sabb.ath  repast  in  a  perusal  of  "The  Year." 
The  mental  daguerreotypes  of  the  Four  Seasons,  and  of  their  Twelve 
Daughters  of  perpetual  virginity,  are  true  to  nature,  and  most  artistically 
given  to  the  benevolent.  Christian,  and  contemplative  minds  of  the  pres- 
ent, and  of  a  great  future.  It  is  a  production  that  will  not  fail  to  add 
fame  to  that  which  the  author's  preceding  volumes  have  secured; — not 
noisy,  but  quiet  and  continuous  beyond  his  own  life. 

The  dedication  to  Mr.  Neal  is  chaste,  eloquent,  and  a  well-merited 
tribute  to  many  years  of  sincere  service  in  the  cause  of  Literature, 
Benevolence,  and  practical  religion.  — Hon.  Francis  O.  J.  Smith. 

"The  Tear,"  I  am  sure,  has  in  it  "no  line  which,  dying,  the  author 
would  wish  to  blot."  It  shows  his  sensibility  to  all  pleasant  and  good 
things,  and  will  make  friends  for  him  of  many  readers. — O.  \V.  Holmes. 

I  read  "The  Year"  with  even  more  pleasure  than  "  Group  of  Chil- 
dren." It  is  pleasant  in  itself  to  be  counted  among  thoso_  whom  an 
author  would  like  to  please,  and,  when  fcn-gctting  this,  one  iinds  in  the 
pages  themselves  thoughts  that  carry  him  into  delightful  scenes  and 
away  to  precious  recollections,  we  cannot  but  thank  the  author.  —  Wen- 
dell I'HILLIPS. 

I  have  read  "The  Tear  "with  great  interest.  WTiilo  reading  it,  I 
was  reminded  of  Swain's  poems.  As  he  was  at  one  time  one  of  the  most 
popular  of  living  English  poets,  I  think  the  author  of  "  The  Year  "  may 
regard  this  as  a  high  compliment.  When  1  t ay  that  much  in  this  volnmo 
is  fully  equal  to  Swain,  I  only  say  what  I  believe  others  might  feel  in- 
clined to  say  who  should  read  both  writers.  —  Kev.  Tiios.  W.  BilowN. 

Many  poems  by  this  author  have  attained  a  reputation  wherever  tlio 
English  language  is  spoken.  Among  the  best  known  of  these  ixjcms, 
we  will  cite,  "  A  Little  Word  in  Kindness  Spoken,"  and  "Don't  Kill 
the  Birds."  This  volume,  appropriately  named  "The  Year,"  devotes 
n  poem  to  each  month,  one  to  e.neh  of  the  seasons,  and  one  to  Christmas. 
They  are  excellent  in  sentiment,  and  (Inished  in  style,  and  are  deserving 
of  preservation  in  the  library. — GouEV's  Lauy's  Book. 

"  The  Year  "  will,  T  am  sure,  be  sacredly  i)reserved  by  all  his  friends 
as  the  best  portrait  of  the  author.  He  is  surely  in  full  commimlon  with 
the  soul  of  beauty  and  sweetness  which  pervades  and  animates  the  uni- 
verse. —  llev.  Z.  Eddy,  D.D. 

I  have  read  "TuE  Year"  with  proiit.  —  Uev.  Edward  F.  Cut- 
TER,  D.D. 


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While  all  the  poetry  in  "  The  Tear  "  is  excellent,  I  can  but  admire 
the  spirit  of  constant  jjraise  and  thankfulness,  under  all  the  varied 
"seasons  "  and  scenes  of  life,  which  pervades  each  and  every  poem.  I 
was  particularly  interested  in  the  Christmas  poem.  It  is  grand  and 
soul-inspiring. —  Mrs.  B.  F.  Scott. 

The  verses  run  smoothly,  the  sentiments  are  elevated,  and  the  pic- 
tures quite  clearly  limned. —  Salem  Gazette. 

The  poems  combine  a  high  moral  tone,  with  smoothness  of  rhythm 
and  clearness  of  thought. —  Albany  Argus. 

"The  Year."  These  poems  abound  with  pure  thoughts  and  pleas- 
ing conceptions,  expressed  in  smooth  and  rhythmical  verse.  In  reading 
the  volume,  we  have  been  reminded  alternately  of  "Watts,  and  Cowpcr, 
and  Burns,  and  Bloomfield,  and  Charles  Swain,  and  Kirke  MTiite,  and 
others.  Not  that  the  writer  imitates  them,  but  his  style  seems  to  have 
been  formed  upon  theirs,  and  something  of  their  spirit  as  v.'ell  as  man- 
ner appears  in  his  verse.  The  following  lines,  for  example,  while  un- 
doubtedly the  author's,  have  the  ring  of  Watts  :  — 

"The  giant  oaks  before  him  bend  — 
Eternal  mountains  quake  — 
The  seas  their  mighty  bulwarks  rend  — 
Their  lofty  billows  break." 

There  are  lines  here  and  there  throughout  the  volume  that  will  find  an 
echo  in  multitudes  of  hearts  not  vitiated  by  unnatural  tastes  and  false 
culture.    The  following  lines  aflbrd  a  sample :  — 

"A  city  life  who  can  endure 

AVhen  tields  are  green  and  skies  are  blue; 
When  flowers  are  fragrant,  air  is  pure. 
And  Nature's  face  is  fresh  and  new  ?  " 

Baptist  Union. 

We  have  perused  "TilE  Tear"  with  much  satisfaction.  Its  pages 
disclose  the  same  excellent  qualities  which  wo  have  noted  as  charac- 
teristic of  the  author's  minor  productions.  Mr.  Colesworthy  is  no  am- 
bitious poet, he  writes  not  a  line  for  "greed  of  fame,"  but  in  all  earnest- 
ness and  sincerity  he  does  into  verse  his  own  kindly  feeling,  the  im- 
pressions  that  Nature  by  her  fields,  and  skies,  and  varied  life  presses  in 
upon  his  heart,  and  the  lessons  which  to  him  seem  lu'cdful  and  cajjable 
of  being  made  influential  toward  right  and  happy  living.  In  the  sphere 
we  have  indicated,  the  author  of  "The  Ykau"  expresses  liimsilf  in 
clear,  simple  and  unostentatious  phrase,  and  in  measures  of  a  smooth 
and  pleasant  rhythm.  The  reader  of  this  pleasant  book  will  he  im- 
pressed with  the  devout  spirit  which  pervades  the  author's  view  of 
nature,  a  spirit  any  indications  of  which  are  refreshing  in  these  days. 
We  are  glad  Mr.  Colesworthy  has  sent  out  this  specimen  of  his  con- 
secutive work,  and  we  are  certain  those  who  peruse  it  will  find  many 
good  and  beautiful  thoughts,  and  what  is,  perhaps,  even  higher  and  bet- 
ter, the  tokens  of  a  noble  aim.— ENijtiKER,  Portland. 

For  thirty  years  past  Mr.  C.  has  been  giving  us  productions  in  verse 
that  are  especially  smooth  and  sweet  in  their  rhythm,  elevated  in  their 
moral  tone,  saturated  with  the  very  si)irit  of  human  sympathy  and  faith, 
appreciative  of  all  the  beauty  which  ap])cars  in  nature,  art  and  life,  and 
ever  tending  to  awaken  i)ure  thoughts  and  lift  up  the  better  affections. 
All  these  things  are  true  of  the  poems  in  the  little  volume  before  us. 
He  sings  of  each  month  in  the  year,  setting  forth  its  characteristics, 
and  then  of  tlie  four  seasons  in  their  order,  picturing  for  us  many  a 
domestic  scene  that  will  carry  the  reader  back  in  recollection  and  sym- 


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pathy  to  the  qiiict  country  home  of  childhood,  or  to  the  more  preten- 
tious residence  of  later  life;  while  now  and  then  a  beautiful  fancy 
lights  up  the  page  as  flowers  bedeck  the  held,  and  a  great,  high  truth 
breaks  out  amid  a  descriptive  passage  that  makes  the  spirit  conscious  of 
its  relation  to  the  infinite  and  eternal.  It  is  a  pleasant  little  volume, 
whose  ministry  can  be  nothing  else  than  wholesome. —  Morning  Star. 

"  The  Year  "  is  a  volume  from  the  pen  of  one  whose  muse  is  always 
attuned  to  the  grand,  the  beautiful,  the  suggestive  in  nature,  and  to  the 
elevated  and  true  in  the  moral  world.  He  never  writes  but  he  instructs ; 
and,  like  the  Sermon  on  the  Mount,  his  lessons  are  so  simply  beautiful 
that  they  never  fail  to  touch  the  heart.  There  is  a  cheerful,  oven  glad- 
some appreciation  of  the  beauties  of  nature,  a  childlike  trustfulness  In 
the  goodness  of  the  Creator,  and  a  spirit  of  resignation  to  his  will  which 
are  contagious,  inspiring  the  reader  with  the  same  happy  mood.  The 
book  will  be  read  with  pleasure  and  profit.  It  will  carry  sunshine  and 
solace  to  the  most  gloomy,  while  those  who,  like  its  writer,  dwell  on 
the  sunny  side  of  the  planet,  will  be  charmed  and  delighted. —  John  M. 
Adams. 

"  The  Year."  A  collection  of  excellent  poems  on  each  of  the  twelve 
months  and  four  seasons  of  the  year.  Mr.  Colesworthy  has  written 
some  of  the  best  gems  in  our  language,  full  of  moral  feeling,  touching 
and  beautiful ;  the  rhymes  are  not  forced,  but  flow  in  an  easy,  finished 
manner,  musical  and  full  of  sentiment.  Many  of  the  author's  poems 
have  been  copied  in  the  leading  magazines  of  the  country,  and  several 
have  found  their  way  around  the  ocean.  The  following  is  a  selection 
from  the  poem  on  the  month  of  Juno  :  — 

"  O  month  of  gladness  and  of  flowers, 
Delicious  .June,  how  dear  thou  art  I 
Fragrant  with  bloom,  thy  lingering  hours 
Refresh  and  cheer  the  weary  heart." 

Musical  Jooknal. 

"The  Year"  is  characterized  by  smoothness  of  measure  ard  clear- 
ness of  thought.  As  a  poet,  Mr.  C.  possesses  merit  of  no  mean  order, 
and  some  of  the  contents  of  this  volume  are  good  sijccimens  of  his 
power,  especially  the  poem  entitled  "  Winter."  His  sweet  little  poetic 
appeal  — 

"Don't  kill  the  birds  — the  little  birds  — 
That  sing  about  your  door  I  "  — 

has  become  as  familiar  as  household  words. —  Louisville  Courant. 

"The  Year."  Here  is  a  volume  of  truly  excellent  poetrj'  —  one 
that  can  scarcely  fail  to  become  very  popular.  The  moral  and  religious 
tone  of  the  poems  is  of  the  highest  order,  and  many  gems  are  contained 
In  the  book.  The  author  has  been  well-known  in  the  literary  world  of 
New  England  for  twenty-five  years,  and  has  contributed  liberally  to  the 
periodical  literature  of  that  time.  This  work  will  still  further  enhance 
Ills  reputation. —  Lyon's  Uepublican. 

"The  Year."  Mr.  Colesworthy  is  not  unknown  to  the  public  as  a 
writer;  wo  remember,  when  a  boy,  to  have  made  his  aeiiualntance 
through  llie  Portland  Tribune,  —  a  literary  journal  st.irted  by  him  in 
Portland,  Maine.  Ho  is  a  i)leasant  writer,  and  his  p<iemH  and  proso 
possess  a  purity  of  thought  which  conuneiids  them  to  all  rigbt-mmded 
people.  In  the  vohnno  before  us  there  is  no  extravagance  ot  thought  or 
superabundant  dls])l.iy  of  words;  tbe  distinct  ideas  of  each  |>ijem  are 
expressed  in  simple,  homelike  laiigu.ige,  which  ordinary  people  employ 
and  best  comprehend,  and  for  this  reusoTi  many  will  heartily  enjoy  what 
Mr.  C.  has  here  prepared  for  them.—  Lowell  Vox  1'oi'uli. 


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"The  Year."  Mr.  Colesworthy  has  written  one  or  two  volumes  of 
verse  which  have  been  well  received.  Some  of  his  poems,  such  as  "A 
Little  AVord  in  Kindness  Spoken,"  and  "  Men  with  Sinews  Strong  and 
Mighty,"  have  gained  a  wide  circulation  and  a  great  popularity.  The 
])oems  in  the  present  volume  evince  a  pure  appreciation  of  the  beauty 
and  significance  of  Nature,  and  have  considerable  grace  and  melody  of 
construction.  — Boston  Daily  Journal. 

These  poems  are  full  of  pious  thought,  clearly  and  rhythmically  ex- 
pressed, and  furnish  profitable  ;uid  dwMghtful  reading.  All  country- 
people  will  at  once  recognize  the  correctness  and  beauty  of  the  fol- 
lowing :  — 

"  The  redbreast,  running  on  the  ground. 
Stops  and  looks  up,  and  runs  again  — 
Again  looks  up,  as  if  some  sound 
Gave  to  its  heart  a  throb  of  pain." 

Methodist  Protestant. 

This  Is  a  volume  of  truly  beautiful  poetry.  It  is  one  that  cannot  fail  to 
become  very  popular.  The  moral  and  religious  tone  of  the  poems  is  of 
the  highest  order,  and  many  gems  are  contained  in  the  book.  Mr.  Coles- 
worthy  has  been  well  known  in  the  literarj^  world  of  New  England  for 
twenty-five  years,  and  has  contributed  liberally  to  the  periodical  litera- 
ture of  that  time.  This  work  will  still  further  enhance  his  reputation  as 
a  poet.     We  most  cordially  commend  it  to  all  lovers  of  genuine  poetry. 

—  Rochester  Evening  Express. 

"The  Tear,"  by  D.  C.  Colesworthy,  is  eminently  sweet  and  plain- 
tive, suited  especially  to  the  meditative  mood,  when  the  heart's  feelings 
manifest  their  ripeness.  The  sentiments  and  fancies  that  sing  their  way 
through  these  jileasant  pages  arc  such  as  will  find  a  secret  and  welcome 
refuge  in  every  heart  that  is  attuned  to  true  harmony. — Massachu- 
setts Plough.man. 

Mr.  Colesworthy's  previous  poetical  ventures  will  lead  their  many 
readers  to  take  uj)  his  last  volume,  "The  Year,"  in  a  kindly  spirit, 
nor  will  they  be  disappointed  in  the  character  of  its  contents.  They 
abound  in  pleasing  jjictures  of  nature  and  studies  of  still  life,  while 
their  tone  is  uniformly  pure,  their  religious  element  decided  and  well 
defined,  and  their  flow  generally  emooth  and  even. —  Congrega- 
tionalist. 

"The  Year."  This  beautiful  little  volume  will  be  perused  with 
great  interest  by  those  who  were  familiar  with  the  author's  efforts  in 
years  past.  '  We  remember  of  reading  some  of  his  short  poems  in  our 
childhood,  and  after  the  laj^se  of  many  years  we  can  still  repeat  them. 

—  Maine  Far.mer. 

"The  Year"  is  a  modest  little  volume,  but  not  without  peculiar  merit. 
The  poetrv  is  really  good  both  in  idea  and  expression.  It  be.ats  in 
unison  witii  the  various  voices  of  Nature.  It  is  also  religious  in  its  en- 
tiro  tone,  and  pure  and  healthful  throughout. —  Watchman  and 
Reflector. 

I  am  greatly  pleased  with  "  The  Year,"  and  have  read  it  with  much 
interest.  The  idea  is  a  fine  one,  and  the  author  has  worked  it  up  with 
happy  effect.—  CHARLES  1'.  1L.SLEY. 

The  poems  arc  pleasing  and  attractive  for  their  easy  versification  and 
almost  ])erfect  rhythm,  and,  treating  of  Nature  in  its  various  aspects  as 
the  months  roll  round,  are  as  simiJlc  and  unaflected  as  they  are  pleasing. 

—  Chelsea  I'ublic. 


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